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• Here's a new story for you guys. I have the first two chapters written and the rest is outlined... Enjoy... xxx • Our Boyfriends’ Cummy Holes Chapter 1 of 5. Andy and I were pals at work. We flirted with each other around the office, but nothing too serious. Andy was a nice guy, and I bet he didn’t know what I pig I could be. I knew Andy had a really serious boyfriend and didn’t want to screw that up for him. I’d been seeing a guy but we’d decided to give each other some space for a while, but more on that later. After a frisky day of Andy teasing me at the office, he invited me out for a beer after work and we chatted. I confessed that his flirtations turned me on. He asked if I wanted to get to know him and his partner better. Andy’s boyfriend, Luke, looked very sexy in the photos he showed me on his phone, tall, husky, furry, and a great smile. He was a bit older and rarely went out. I guess you could say in spite of his handsome looks, he was shy, which made Andy’s biggest turn on a little tough to explore. Andy scooted closer to me and put his hand on my shoulder, pulling me towards him and discreetly whispering. He told me that he was a huge exhibitionist and loved putting on a show with Luke. I nodded and told him that sounded hot. He told me he sometimes invited a guy or two over to watch him fuck Luke in their bedroom. He was hoping to get a chance to fuck Luke in a more public setting sometime. I asked if he’d ever seen Luke take someone else’s cum and he shook his head no. I asked why he was telling me this and he told me he’d heard rumors that I had a wild side. I told him he might be right. I went on to tell Andy that I’d had some fun public times with my former main squeeze. I chuckled to myself as Andy confessed what he thought was so filthy, not knowing the raunchy things I’d done with my boy. I asked if he wanted to know about those kinds of things I had gotten up to with my boyfriend. He eagerly nodded. I told him to get comfortable. Back when I had a steady boyfriend, we’d done our fair share of swapping and hooking up. I told Andy that I used to love sliding into my boy’s ass after he’d just taken someone else’s load. Andy asked for more details. I told Andy about our trip to Spain, where I went bent my boyfriend over in the backroom of a gay bar. The locals and tourists watched me bareback him and jerked off to us fucking. When I finished inside my boy and pulled out with a juicy plop, a stranger walked over and without asking, shot a big juicy load all over my boy’s cum-oozing hole. Some splattered across his smooth cheeks and crack, but some shot directly into his stretched-open hole. It turned us both on, and freaked us both out. Another guy stepped up like he wanted a turn, and my boy stood up and said, ‘all done for tonight,’ and then pulled up his pants. We made a quick exit. How had we gone from being exhibitionists on holiday to him having a stranger spay his cum right onto, and even into, his open hole? When we got back to our hotel, my boy asked what we should do. I suggested I eat his ass and suck as much of that strangers cum off and out of him as possible, then maybe a soothing hot bath. Eating that stranger’s cum, mixed with my own made me so hard. I suggested I fuck him again to see if my dick head could squeegee out his guts. He moaned as I railed his tender hole and filled him up again. I ate that seed up too before we climbed into the tub together. Andy cleared his throat muttering, ‘a stranger’s cum in your boy’s hole, and you ate it…’ I grinned and asked if he wanted me to go on. Andy nodded. To be continued…

Chapter 6 - Tre’s POV When Javi was letting Ty get on his cock for the second time, I went out to the bathroom to hit up my contact. I noticed we were almost out of G. I told him that I need to re-up on G, T, X, and some Viagra if he had any. My contact, ever so great, hit me right back and told me I was in luck and could get all of that in about an hour. He asked if I wanted it delivered, and I told him yes, but that we had company if he didn’t mind an unfamiliar face. He was like nah as long as he’s good with everything, you know I’m down to meet new guys. So, I told him just to text when he was pulling into our apartment complex. As we both got off of Ty, my phone buzzed. I went and checked and my contact told me he was going to be at my front door in like 5 min. So, I looked at Javi and said, “Papi, Kenny is pulling up to get us more supplies. He should be here in about 5 min. Can you keep Ty occupied while I take care of things?” “Yeah, that’s cool. Is he going to chill or just get down to business?” asked Javi. “Who’s Kenny?” asked Tyler. “He’s our dealer. We are out of G, so I messaged him while you guys were playing earlier to see if he could drop some more by. He’s a cool guy and might want to chill, but I didn’t want to speak for you and invite another guy over if you’re not comfortable, Ty babe.” “Oh, is he a cool guy? Does he like to play around?” Ty asked. Javi just laughed. “Kenny is mad cool and he definitely likes to play. But, I’m not sure you’re ready for him yet.” “What do you mean?” “Well he’s a really cool guy but he gets into getting very spun out and fucking all night long. Don’t get me wrong, he’s great in bed. But since you were a virgin just a few hours earlier, Kenny may go a little far for your tastes,” Javi said. I looked at Ty, and he blushed as he looked back at Javi and smiled impishly and asked, “Does he have a big dick?” It was my turn to laugh now. “Spoken like a true cock whore. Yes, baby boy. He’s got a big dick. Even bigger than my 10” but if you want to play with him, you have to do what he says. He doesn’t like bottoms who talk back or question him, and he will get us all high as fuck if that’s what you want. But, don’t make a decision yet. I’ll bring him in here so you can meet him, and we’ll go from there.” Ty nodded and Javi started kissing him again right as my phone buzzed. Kenny was at the door, so I went to let him in. He is used to playing with us, but I don’t normally greet him naked. Kenny just smirked and asked if he interrupted something. So, I told Kenny all about Tyler and what he had done so far tonight. I could see Kenny start to tent out his sweatpants a little when he asked if Tyler really was hot. I told him to come see for himself. Kenny and I went back to the bedroom. When we got in there, Javi was already balls deep in Ty hitting him from behind doggy style with Ty grunting and begging for Javi’s dick. I motioned Kenny to the dresser, and he started getting everything out that I told him I needed. As we’re getting each item settled, I can see Ty looking over at Kenny basically only seeing his back, but he kept looking anyway trying to get a better look at Kenny. Kenny leaned into me so that only I could hear him and told me that I had one fine ass white boy on my bed and he asked if I was sure he was a virgin just before tonight. I told him yes and that we got him high on weed, T, G, and poppers. Kenny just raised an eyebrow and asked if he’d ever done that stuff before, so I told him I think he’d only done weed before. Kenny then asked if Ty had been slammed or done X before. I told him no to both. “Do you think he’d want to try?” Kenny asked me. “Bro, probably. He might get freaked out by needles so we just have to see how it goes. Are you wanting to play with him? He keeps looking over here to see if he can get a look at you, but your back is to him, so I’m pretty sure he’s down.” Kenny then turned so that his profile was viewable from the bed instead of his back but still was looking at me. Ty looked again and saw the bulge in Kenny’s sweats and his eyes rolled back into his head. I’m not sure if that was from Javi’s fucking or him imagining what Kenny’s dick would feel like. I just chuckled and whispered to Kenny, “Why don’t you go sit by the headboard while I introduce you?” Kenny just nodded and then proceeded to sit down on the bed in front of Ty and Javi fucking. “Yo, Javi. Sup?” “Shiiitt, Kenny. I’m balls deep in this white boy pussy that’s gripping my dick like it’s the last dick on earth.” Right then Ty just grunted and told Javi to fuck his white boy pussy harder and fill it up with his special seed. Kenny looked at me and raised his eyebrow. I just shook my head and said, “Ty, this is our bud Kenny. He wanted to meet you.” “Yeah, Ty man. You’re hella sexy. I love small white boys who like to get spun and fucked.” Ty just smiled shyly and looked up at Kenny. “Well, I didn’t know it until tonight, but I love getting fucked by big dicks, especially from guys that aren’t white. I was a virgin until tonight, but now I’ve had three different dicks in me tonight, and I love them all.” “Three?” Kenny asked. I jumped in and told Kenny that we actually met Ty through Xavier because they work together. Kenny looked back at Ty and started talking to him more, asking him about work, Xavier, how he liked getting fucked by all three of them. Ty answered while getting fucked and Kenny just slowly strocked his dick through his sweatpants making Ty even more curious and wanting to see what was in his pants. “Do you see something you like, little buddy? Maybe you want to try my big dick too?” Kenny asked. Ty just got red in the face again and said he would definitely like to suck his dick while Javi fucked him. Kenny just laughed and told Ty that oral leads to getting fucked. He doesn’t just do oral and that he would need to catch up with them and get high if he was going to fuck Ty like a good slender white boy pussy should be fucked. Ty smiled and told Kenny that he would like to get fucked by him too, but that he might want some more G too because Kenny looked big. Kenny chuckled and said, “Yeah, white boy. I’ll get you some more G and a nice big slam right after I do mine.” “What’s a slam?” Ty asked. Kenny leaned over and kissed Ty deep and long. When he pulled away, he just told him to watch him and learn. He got up and went to his backpack and pulled out a small zipper pouch and a huge bag of T crystals. Ty went bug-eyed and told him that was a lot of T. Kenny just patted him on the head and told him to watch. Knowing he was going to slam, I went and got him some hot water and sat it down for him on the bedside table. “Thanks, Tre. Do you guys want a slam too?” Deep inside Ty, Javi shouts, “Fuck yes, let’s all slam and get freaky as fuck!” I just looked at Kenny and said, “What he said.” I watched as Kenny pulled out 4 needles and kept looking at Ty for reactions. He was definitely enjoying the fuck, but I could also tell he was fascinated and maybe a little scared. Kenny crushed up some nice shards to a fine dust and put .4 in three of the needles and then .7 in the last one. I just raised my eyebrow at him, and he smiled wickedly. Javi was too busy fucking Ty to notice, but Ty asked, “Why did you put more in that last one?” “That one’s for me, sexy, so I can catch up with where you guys are now.” Kenny then put each needle into the water and slowly pulled water into each one and put them back in the water to help the dust melt into the water in each needle's reservoir. After that, he pulled out his vial of G, and told Ty to open up. Ty’s eyes lit up, and he quickly opened his mouth. Kenny put three big shots under his tongue while I handed Ty the open bottle of Gatorade. Ty quickly swallowed and swished the Gatorade in his mouth. “That stuff tastes nasty, but I love how it makes me feel.” Kenny nodded and got up from the bed and gave me two shots, gave Javi two shots, and then gave himself two shots as we all chugged the Gatorade after to get the taste out of our mouths. He then went back to the cup with the needles and pulled the first one out and asked, “Who’s first?” Ty quickly went bug-eyed again and kinda tensed up, but before he could say anything, Javi yelled, “Me! I am! Slam me while I’m fucking this white cum whore. You know as soon as I slam I shoot a huge load, so let me plant that special seed deep in this little white boy pussy where it belongs.” Kenny just laughed and took the needle to Javi. Javi stopped his thrusting, and Ty looked over his shoulder to see what was going on. Kenny expertly found a vein, pulled back and got a register of blood in the vial, and then pushed quickly emptying the contents in Javi’s veins. As Kenny pulled the needle out, Javi licked the spot where a little blood came out and raised his arm above his head. He then said low and almost in a growl, “Fuck yes!” while grabbing Ty’s hips and pounded him hard. Less than 10 thrusts later, Javi howled, “I’m cumming! Fuck that’s some good shit. This ass is the best. I could fuck it all night.” I looked at Ty who was just grunting and taking the cum deep in his ass. His eyes fluctuated some, and I could see him moaning in pleasure. As Javi was still unloading into Ty, Kenny came up to me and started my slam. He quickly found my vein and before he pushed in, I asked, “I’ve never seen you do more than .4. Are you really doing .7?” As Kenny pushed the plunger down, “Fuck no. That’s for the kid. I’m going to get him so high we can use his ass all night.” Kenny pulled the needle out and raised my arm as I coughed. “Damn, this is some premo shit. Javi, hurry up, I need some ass.” “All yours, babe. I just shot my last pulse deep inside his inner hole.” Javi and I switched places and I slowly pushed all 10 inches of my cock deep inside Tyler’s super wet hole. I couldn’t help but groan almost at the exact same time that Ty did. His hole was open, wet, hot, and ready for more dick, and with the T rushing through my veins my dick was ready to tear up his ass more. “I’m going to do mine now. Do you want to watch, Ty?” Kenny asked Ty as he picked up his needle from the cup of warm water. “It’s T, right? Why do you do it that way versus smoking it like we have been?” “Well, this way it gets in your system quicker, makes you feel 10 times hornier, for me it makes my dick rock hard and ready to fuck, and I just prefer how good I feel. Look at Javi. He just nutted all in you and all he can do right now is feel all over his hot Latino stud body and jerk his dick.” Javi laughed, “Hell yeah man. I’m ready to fuck again, or get one of you studs to breed my hole too.” I laughed and so did Kenny. “OK, Ty. I’ll walk you through what I’m doing.” As he pulled the orange cap off the needle, he said, “I’m going to now slowly insert this into my vein. Now that I’m in it, I slowly pull back on the plunger, and if I did it right, you should see a little bit of blood mix in with the clear liquid.” Kenny pulled back and registered. “That’s kinda cool!” Ty said. “It looks like your blood is swimming in the other stuff.” I quickly thrust in deep and Ty grunted. He looked back at me and said, “Fuck you feel so good and deep inside me. I can’t believe I’m taking 10” of dick in me. “Ty, focus.” Kenny said and gave him a light slap on the cheek. Ty looked back at Kenny and the needle in his arm. As I push the plunger down, I want you to take off my pants and watch my dick grow rock hard. This stuff makes me hard as a rock and want to fuck for hours.” “OK, Kenny. I’m ready.” Ty grabbed the waist of Kenny’s sweatpants, and Kenny started pushing the plunger down. Kenny’s cock appeared and was resting against his thigh. As more of the T got pushed into his veins you could see Kenny’s dick twitch. Ty gasped at the size. Once completely done, Kenny raised his arm and said “Fuck yah!” at the same time his dick flexed, pushed out a big drop of precum, and pulled off his thigh and slapped up against his abs. He dick twitched again and more precum started oozing out. “Holy shit! How big is it, Kenny?” I couldn’t see Ty’s face, but I knew that look. The first time I saw it, the first time Javi saw it, we all had the same look of fascination and awe. “Well Tyler, the last time I measured it when I got slammed it was just at 14.5” and it’s as big around as a beer can at the bottom.” “And it’s leaking precum non-stop!” Ty exclaimed. Kenny just laughed and told him when he’s slammed that it is always dripping unless it’s shooting. Ty just looked up and said, “I don’t know if I can take that. You’re huge.” “Don’t worry little buddy,” I leaned over his back and whispered in his ear. “If you let Kenny slam you, your little whole will want and will take every last inch. It will love his dick. Trust me. I rarely bottom, but I’ve let Kenny fuck me after we’ve slammed. He’s a great top.” “OK, I think I want to try it. Do you have a tattoo, Kenny? It’s hard to make out in the low light.” Kenny nodded and told him he had a scorpion tattooed on his crotch and the tail and stinger goes down the top of his dick. He pushed his cock down towards his thighs and Ty’s face to show him the tail and stinger. “Wow, that’s cool? Are you a Scorpio? My best friend is a Scorpio, and he’s cool as fuck.” Javi, Kenny, and I all laughed, and Kenny quickly quipped, “Ya bud. I’m a Scorpio too. Now, are you ready to get slammed?” Ty tensed up, and I could feel his ass squeeze my dick. So, I leaned over again as I started to rub against his g spot to make him moan and said, “Go ahead sexy white boy whore. You’ll love it, and then you’ll be able to get that huge dick in your ass.” Ty shook his head and then said, “What the fuck! Why not? Go ahead and slam me Kenny, but just go slow and talk me through it. I'm new to all of this and scared of needles.” Kenny told him not to worry and that he would absolutely love it. Kenny pulled the last needle out of the cup of hot water and told me to stop my thrusting and lean back on my knees and pull Ty with you so he’s sitting on your cock while resting on his knees. He then told Ty to extend his left one out fully. Kenny uncapped the orange safety cap from the needle and quickly found a vein. “You have really pretty arms white boy. They are so nice and creamy and smooth.” He was trying to take Ty’s mind off of what he was doing and then said, “Quick sting, and I’m in. If you feel any burning at any time, let me know because that will mean the needle has slipped out of the vein. Now, I’m going to pull back on the plunger and make sure I get a register of your blood.” A quick liquid cloud of red blood pulled into the reservoir and mixed with the liquid T. “Cool,” Ty said. Kenny just chuckled and said, “The cool part is about to happen. Now when I push down, once it’s all in, I’ll quickly pull the needle out and put pressure on that spot so it won’t bleed. I’m then going to raise your arm over your head. You should feel a rush of warmth go over your entire body, and you’ll probably cough a few times. Are you ready?” Ty just nodded. Kenny looked at me and Javi who had joined Ty's side to watch and winked. He pushed the plunger down quickly but evenly and then pulled out the needle, applied pressure to the application spot, and raised Ty’s hand above his head. Ty’s eyes went wide and he started to cough deeply, six or seven times. When his coughing was over, he said, “Oh my God! Oh my God! Fuck me! Oh my God, this feels amazing.” He fell back forward resting on his elbows, and I could feel his ass gripping my cock. “Damn Ty, you keep that up, and I’m not going to last long.” Ty just mumbled and was still breathing hard. So I started to fuck him again which caused his ass to grip my dick while he moaned like a true whore. His ass was constantly squeezing up and down my cock. Kenny picked up Ty’s head and looked into his eyes, “Damn white boy! I can tell by your pupils that you are loving that slam. How does it feel?” Ty tried to respond but whatever he said just came out garbled. We laughed, and Ty just opened his mouth and his tongue rolled out laying there like a dog after a long run tired. But Ty wasn’t tired, he was just flying high and riding the wave. And his ass kept milking my dick with wave after wave of squeezing. “Damn, this ass was amazing before, but now it’s milking my dick like crazy, and I don’t think he is even conscious that he’s doing it. It’s that white pussy boy cum slut nature coming out in him all on its own. Shit, I’m gonna nut.” I started blasting a huge load deep inside Ty’s inner hole. I must have shot at least 12 spurts of toxic cum. The T definitely made me cum bigger loads, but I was surprised as this was my fourth load of the night (one in Javi, and this being the third in Ty). Ty just moaned over and over. His cock had actually gone soft from the slam. It happens to some guys. I pulled out and Kenny quickly flipped Ty around and over. “I want you on your back sexy. I want to see your eyes as you take my big dick,” Kenny told him. And with that Kenny, who was rock hard, but had not been sucked or used any lube, took his dry raw death stick and slowly pushed it into Ty. Ty grunted and tried to look at Kenny but quickly his eyes lost focus. Kenny just laughed and pushed in more. Being about the same thickness as Javi, Ty’s hole wasn’t stretching much, but once he entered into Ty’s second hole and continued to push in deeper, Ty gasped and looked up at Kenny. “That’s it, white pussy boy! Feel that big dick going deeper than ever before? I’m going so deep inside you that you’ll be able to feel me in your lungs as tiny as you are. Do you want that? Do you want Kenny to fuck your white boy pussy with his big black dick and make your lungs feel my dick head pushing up against them as you breathe in deep to take my monster cock?” Ty just moaned. He was having a hard time focusing. Right then, Kenny went balls deep and grunted. “Fuck yes! This white boy cum slut took my dick balls deep with no problem.” I looked at Ty and congratulated him. He slowly smiled and then his eyelids dropped closed. “Ty? Ty? Are you ok?” I checked to see, and he was still breathing. “Fuck, Kenny. You gave him so big of a slam he passed out.” “Yeah, that and more G than we had. I wanted to make sure he didn’t complain when I started to fuck his insides up real good. He has no clue you guys are poz and toxic?” Kenny asked. I just told him no and that Ty briefly talked about condoms, but we quickly talked him out of it. “I see he’s already been bleeding some. But, I want to tear him up even more and give him my strains. Javi, in my backpack is a green pouch with a tie at the top. Can you get that out and hand it here?” Javi went and found the little bag that Kenny asked for and handed it to him. “What are you doing?” I asked. “I’m going to rip this bitches insides up with my new PA and make sure he’s bleeding like crazy all over this nigga death stick before I shoot my two week toxic load up his sweet little ass.” Kenny proceeded to pull out a PA that had the usual rounded barbell at the top where it connects together after being inserted through the hole, but what I had never seen was on all the way around the circle was 6 sharp metal spikes evenly spaced. “Holy fuck, Kenny! That thing is intense. Have you ever used it yet?” I asked. “I tried once but the bottom slut said it hurt too much and made me stop and take it out. That’s why I wanted this one to pass out, so I could tear up his insides real good and let him wake up to the pain and joy of me fucking and ripping his insides open,” Kenny said as he attached the PA to his dick head. “You sure he’s out, Tre?” I just nodded. Kenny grabbed Tyler’s legs and pushed them back to where they were almost flush with Ty’s chest, and then he lined up his cock with his cute little hole. Kenny shoved balls deep into Ty with one hard, lustful, nasty, vengeful thrust and grunted. He pulled all the way out and repeated it over and over. I couldn’t look away. Each time his dick came out of that white boy's pussy it was streaked more and more with blood. My dick was rock hard. Javi was watching with his eyes wide as can be. “That’s hot as fuck, Papi!” said Javi. “You’re tearing him up more than we did just using little lube. His ass is really gonna be open and ready to get our toxic loads deep in him now. Fuck, I know I’m high as fuck because I want you to fuck me with that PA on.” “Babe if he does you’re gonna be sore and ripped open too. I’m not opposed. I just want you to know you will be wrecked.” I kissed Javi and whispered asking if he was sure. He just nodded as he watched Kenny’s blood covered dick come out of Ty’s hole smeared in blood and cum. “Si, Papi, muy caliente!” said Javi. I knew he was high because he only spoke Spanish when he was really fucked up and spun. I kissed Javi and started fingering his hole. Kenny meanwhile had stopped long dicking Tyler and was fucking him hard now. Ty started to moan a little and tried to turn his head. “Look who’s waking up! How does that nigga dick feel, white boy? You like my big dick rearranging your insides? I’m poking your lungs as we speak. Feel it?” Kenny grabbed Ty’s hand and placed it on his chest. Being so small and lightweight, you could actually feel Kenny’s dick underneath the skin of his chest. Ty just moaned and tried to say something but it just came out garbled again. Kenny started going into overdrive and pounding away at Ty. Ty looked at Kenny and smiled and then Kenny yelled, “I’m filling your guts with my special seed. That big nigga dick so deep inside your little boy pussy. Can you feel me breeding your hot little ass full with my dirty load?” Kenny asked. Ty just slowly nodded his head and then started shooting his load all over his chest. “Look at that, a true white boy pussy cum slut. Cums when his top starts to breed him. Damn this is one fine piece of ass.” Ty just shook as his orgasm took over and when it was done his head fell back on the mattress and passed out again. “My turn,” Javi yelled. He pulled Kenny by the shoulder and got on all fours and looked back over his shoulder at Kenny and said, “Rail my ass. Make me bleed on that huge toxic death stick too. Reinfect me with your strains!” I watched as Kenny slammed into Javi with one powerful thrust. Javi howled but then grabbed the pillow and bit down hard. “No going back now, bitch. I’m gonna own this hot Latino hole!” Kenny started fucking Javi hard. But as hot as that scene was, my eyes were drawn to the gaping hole of the white bitch passed out in my bed. It was open, puffy, red, and leaking cum and blood. I couldn’t stop myself and I started fingering the cum pouring out and pushing it into the spots of his hole that I could see were torn open and bleeding a little. Finally frustrated, I laid down on my back, picked up the little white twink and slammed his hole back on my dick. Ah! That feels so fucking good. I didn’t even move him around much, just let my dick be surrounded by his hot wet sloppy boy pussy. Every now and then his hole would flex and milk my cock a little, but I turned my attention back to Javi and Kenny. Javi was now on his back with his legs wrapped around Kenny’s back pushing his ankles into Kenny’s butt cheeks so he would get even deeper. Javi was just moaning now. I could see blood already trickling down his hole and onto the sheets below him. Javi then grabbed Kenny’s neck and pulled him down into a kiss. I could tell Javi was coming by the way his body was shaking. “Breed me with that toxic dick, rip me open, stud!” Kenny looked down at Javi and said, “Here it comes slut!” as he started shooting deep inside Javi’s ravaged guts. Kenny finally stopped jerking and slowly pulled out. Javi, not missing a beat, quickly turned around and sucked the blood and cum off of Kenny’s still rock hard dick. He stood up and said he was going to take a quick shower and left for the bathroom. “Help me DP this bitch, Kenny! But you gotta take off that PA first. I don’t want my dick so damaged I can’t fuck anymore.” Kenny just laughed and took off the PA. He then grabbed the green back and grabbed a regular PA and attached it. “Hold him. I’m gonna go balls deep again. I’m not going to last long either. DP always makes me nut quickly.” I held Ty’s chest to mine as Kenny lined his dick up against his hole. I could feel the cool metal of the PA against the base of my dick as he started to push in. “Damn, after all he’s been through, this hole is still fighting me from getting in. No worries. I’m gonna get it in.” With that Kenny reached down and grabbed the base of his dick and held it hard. He then shoved his dick into Tyler’s hole right next to my dick. Now Ty’s hole was virgin and tight to begin with and tight when Javi and I DP’ed him together. But this was a whole new tightness. Ty’s eyes shot open, and he screamed as Kenny’s dick slammed into his first hole, straight through his second hole, past the tip of my dick, and deep into his guts. I could literally feel his dick pushing through the skin of Ty’s chest as he rested on mine. It was the hottest thing I’d ever felt. Not on his dick rubbing against mine, but rubbing against my chest through Ty’s skin, while both of our dicks were gripped by the tightest and wettest hole I had ever been in. I quickly kissed Ty, and he moaned. Tears coming down from his eyes. I whispered in his ear, “You are making me and Kenny’s dicks feel so good right now. We love fucking your hot little white boy pussy. This is one of the best nights of fucking I’ve ever had, and it’s all because your hot sexy ass is getting spun and freaky with us.” Kenny was still thrusting away and grunting while I was consciously trying not to cum yet from all the friction against my dick and the tight hole that was suddenly awake and squeezing our dicks again from top to bottom as each hole spasmed around our dicks. Tyler looked at me and smiled. “This is the best night of my life too. I mean it hurts some and it feels like it’s stinging a little, like a papercut does. But your dicks also feel so good in my holes. I can’t believe it feels this good and that I’m taking both of your huge dicks.” “Aww, look who’s back from being passed out from getting fucked. I’m glad you could join us again, sexy boy. My dick loves white boy pussy, but I think it likes yours the best. I could fuck you all day long. Do you want me to fuck you non-stop for the rest of the day? Huh, white boy? You want this huge nigga dick deep in your guts fucking your like the cum slut you are all day?” Ty looked over his shoulder and told Kenny that he could think of nothing better. And then he giggled like a little school girl. I asked, “What’s so funny?” He just looked at me and impishly smiled and said, “Well, the only thing that would be better would be more big dicks over here ready to fuck me with you guys.” “Fucking slut! I knew it. Once they get the BBC, the white boys can never get enough. Well Tre, what do you say we give this white boy the fuck he’s looking for, huh?” I looked at Kenny and said, “Fuck yeah!” as I grabbed Ty’s hips and started slamming my dick into him as Kenny was pulling his di out. We started see-sawing his ass back and forth until Ty was just speaking gibberish again and moaning. Kenny and I synched up our thrusts to where we were now pulling out and pushing in at the same time. Then all of the sudden, Ty’s holes were spasming all over my dick and my abs were getting wet and sticky. “The bitch is cumming hands free again on our superior nasty nigga dicks, Tre. Can you feel it? It’s like a vice gripping my dick even after all the punishment we’ve given his hole. I’m gonna nut. Shit. Here. It. CUMS!!!” Kenny’s dick started spasming and pulsing and my dick was now covered in hot toxic cum. That sent me over the edge and I started nutting again too. My balls ached from all the cum they had shot tonight, but it was well worth the ache. I was still in disbelief that we got a virgin white boy pussy high as fuck and bred him over and over with our toxic poz dicks, and he had no clue. All he kept begging for was more cum and more dick. Then Kenny really tore his insides up with that spiked PA. There’s no chance this kid isn’t getting knocked up tonight with one or more of our deadly strains. Those thoughts just made my dick shoot out more toxic cum deep into his white boy pussy. Kenny finally collapsed on both of us. Ty groaned at the extra weight and I just sighed contentedly. I heard the door creak open as Javi walked back in. His hard Latino dick still swinging back and forth from side to side. “You guys done?” Javi asked. I just sighed again wondering if my nuts could shoot one more load. Kenny said he'd already shot 3 big loads and would need a little time to recover. “Ty?” I asked. Ty lifted his head with the biggest smile on his face as he squeezed his hole around our cocks and groaned. “I can wait for you guys to recover or I can sneak back in the bed with Xavier. OR you guys can invite over other big dicks to fuck me and you can watch. But, if we do that, which is my preference, I’m going to need another hit of G and another slam. Kenny lifted his head, looked at me, then Javi, and back to me. “This is my kind of white boy pussy cum dump. Give him load after load, big dick after big dick, rip his insides open, and he still wants more as long as he’s high as fuck. I just might have to keep you, Tyler.” With that he ground his dick in a big circle still lodged deep inside Ty’s hole making Ty moan. “Promise? Just don’t tell Xavier. I think he wants to become lovers.” *************** What do you guys think? Does Xavier find out? Do the guys get more big dicks over to fuck Tyler? Let me know how you want the story to continue. I will take all suggestions into consideration. I hope you enjoyed this chapter. I know I did writing it.

2. Our dinner ended up turning into drinks, which turned into getting home late. Mike was in a wild mood after his day of getting fucked and I was along for the ride. We crashed back into our apartment around three in the morning both drunker than we meant to be. The next morning, I woke up late. I had the day off, and nowhere to be so I just laid in bed, naked, with my morning wood pressing into my sheets, slightly hung over. As I stroked my cock a little I thought about what Mike had said the day before about not getting off any more. It, well, it intrigued me somehow. How could he keep from coming for long periods of time I wondered? As I edged slowly I started to feel that just my own hand around my cock wasn’t what I needed. Hearing Mike get destroyed yesterday had me in a bottoming mood. I needed a hard, raw cock of my own. I got on Scruff and started looking. I felt picky. I wanted someone I wouldn’t normally chat up. Someone a little older than me, beefy, hairy. I wanted a man, a daddy to come take my hole. Then there he was a hot bald guy with a bare broad chest covered in dark hair. He was 56 said his profile, 6’-1” and 210. He was perfect. I didn’t muck around with being coy. I messaged him and told him I thought he was hot. He responded quickly, saying thank you and telling me I was hot too. He asked what I was doing and in response I sent him a picture of me laying in bed, the sheets barely covering my hard cock. Damn boy, you trying to get me hard. Maybe, I replied, and unlocked my album. He responded with his. I was suddenly confronted with a long fat cock in a nest of salt and pepper hair. My cock twitched. I needed him. Fuck Sir! I messaged back You want that hard cock boy? Yes! When are you free? Right now! You want my load? Yes! Please come breed me. I sent him my address, and then he was on his way. I didn’t bother getting dressed. I just pulled on a Bike jock, and waited. It didn’t take him long to buzz my building and then the hot daddy was in my apartment. I greeted him at the door in my jock, he grinned and started to strip off. I had intended to get him into my bedroom but I knew Mike was gone at work till later that evening, so I didn’t stop him. I wanted him so bad that honestly it didn’t matter. This feeling though, wasn’t really anything new, I had been in a horny cock lust before, what was different was the decision I had come to when I saw the man expose his own slightly yellowed jock… I was not going to get off in this encounter; this was about him and my hole, not my cock. “Fucking sexy horny boy,” he said in a seductive low growl. He grabbed me by the waist and pulled me close. I he pressed his bearded face against my lips and I opened my mouth to accept him inside. He kissed me passionately, and I happily accepted him. His hands roamed over my body, pulling at me, and pressing me. He walked me slowly back towards the couch, and eventually knocked me back onto it. He broke our kiss, and I was now eye level with his bulging jock. Without prompting I pulled the pouch to the side and allowed his fat cock to spring aside. It was just as it had been in the pictures. Fat, long, with a broad head, sprouting from a thick mass of salt and pepper pubes, it bobbed in front of my face. I swallowed hard, getting my mouth wet and swallowed half of it in one go. He groaned and put his hands on the back of my head. I pushed forward, opening my throat. I was no stranger to swallowing a thick cock, and I put all my skills into this. Spit was dripping from the corners of my mouth and my chin was slick when he finally pulled his cock out of my mouth and smiled. He looked down at me, my mouth still open, and without warning, spat in my mouth. I swallowed. “Now, ass up boy, I’m going to eat that hole before I breed it” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I flipped over so my back was on the back of the couch and my hole was presented to him. He dove right in. His beard was perfectly rough against my furry cheeks and his wide tongue lapped at my hole. I moaned into the couch cushions as I felt him slowly start to open me up. His tongue applied a steady flick that made my pucker twitch and then flutter open. He dove deeper and deeper with each flick till his tongue was flicking in and out of my hole. He was steadily fucking me with his tongue and I was grunting happily into the couch for God knows how long. I felt like putty in his hands. “Fuck, I could eat your ass all day boy, but we both know that’s not what you need is it?” “No, Sir.” “What do you need boy?” He was now rubbing his fingers against my hole. “I need your cock. I need you to breed me.” “Good answer boy.” Then I felt the unmistakable pressure of a cock against my hole. A big drop of spit fell on my hole and he started to press in. I took a deep breath and pressed out, opening my hole for him. We both groaned as he slid deep inside me. I whimpered, and he started to fuck me. It was exactly the fuck I had needed. Deep and hard, his cock head banged against my prostate over and over and my pussy stretched slowly around his cock. I felt myself growing looser and wetter as he used me. He kept his hands on my hips, holding me into place as he fucked me. Over and over again he slide in and out of me, till sweat sprung up on both of our bodies. We were panting, and he was pounding deeper and deeper. I had started grunting and begging for his load. Then finally he grunted, “I’m going to breed your sweet cunt boy. Take my fucking load.” “God! Yes! Breed me!” I breathed out in ecstasy as I felt load after load of cum spurt into my hole. He collapsed forward, resting on my back. “Flip over boy, lets see that cock shoot.” “No, sir,” I said, “Please. I want this to just be about your load.” “Good boy, that’s fucking hot.” He slowly pulled out. “In that case. I’ll go and leave you to enjoy your cummy hole.” I watched him get dressed, and then before leaving say “Hit me up when you want another load.” When the door closed behind him I breathed heavily for a minute. That had been so hot, and unlike my usual hookups I wasn’t satiated. I was still horny as fuck, and possibly starting to understand what Mike had meant.

I had the pleasure of two daddies. one was 7" cut top other was a 6" only wanted oral, which I happily obliged. We immediately went to his room and undress. i hop on the bed and lay on my back, offering my mouth and showing my sissy ass. 7" gets first and i start sucking him hard, taking all cock and massage his balls as 6" is watching. I flip around and start sucking the other guy and offer my ass to the top. Lubes me up and slowly enters my boipussy, raw as it should be. While i'm sucking the other cock balls deep and drool everywhere, gagging me i guess results in me pushing the cock out of my ass. I flip around on my back and we get positioned, the top starts pounding me hard and deep as i'm sucking the other daddy. i feel the tops pace pick and i start bucking my hips into him as he unloads deep in me, which i still have deep in me. Seeing me get bred gets the other daddy going and he unloads in my throat and i swallow all of it.

After I shoot in a bottom, I love the thought of my cum up inside him. I worked hard to make that load, just for him. And I feel like he did something special for me by taking it. I have never liked wasting my cum. If a bottom doesn’t want to keep my load inside them, I feel unappreciated. Yeah, I’ve ‘used’ bottoms to just get off, pump and dumps, sex clubs, adult bookstores, etc, but I always left thinking about my cum swimming around in their ass for sometimes days after. To this day I still have my top ten bottoms I’ve fucked in my head, thinking about how awesome it was that they took my seed. One college kid, asked me immediately after I came if I could cum inside him again, and the sweet way he asked revved my dick back up and I was able to keep fucking him and gave him another one 10 minutes later. Then there was the four bottoms laid out for me at a sex party who fought over who was going to get my fifth load. I’d already put one load in each of them. Damn, that one was tough to crank out, but I did it for them. Or the little Latin dude just 5’4” and tiny who kissed me sweetly after I pinned him to the booth in the bookstore and fucked him full. The look in his eyes was full of love. man, I love fucking guys who love getting fucked.

Today it is tough for me to come even close to understand those who feel superior for moral or whatever reasons for not searching for sex in the first place. Everyone should search for whatever he needs or lacks, but I totally feel the initial post, since I had to face many times a kind of arrogance of those who felt like being in a higher position as humans for the sole reason because they don’t search for sex in the first place. Having said that, years ago I have been one of them, but had to realize how much I was influenced exactly by many aspects, that have been mentioned here in this thread already: religious or moral ideals, Heteronormative ideals, especially since I grew up in a conservative and heteronormative environment, where are you are most likely to adapt what you see around you as exemplary lifestyles. It was just an instinct inside of me forcing me to differ what I have adapted from what I actually want, that helped me to develop my actual nature beyond the limits of upbringing. In this thread terms like respect or treating sex as something precious were already mentioned, which is definitely legitimate. But - I believe as well in sex as something precious, cause someone can be respectful towards sex in spite - or even because! - of being a cumdump or a random fucker. Wanting sex is something that I would consider as sharing, no matter immediately on the first meeting or after dating x times. Sharing something that you and anyone else have something in common: The same desire, the same lust, and the same goal. And the fulfillment of supporting and satisfying each other. The connections that we create, based on getting to know each other, exchanging Conversations and thoughts can be beautiful without question. But I - and I’m sure many others as well - have experienced, that even a chance encounter with a stranger and the shared moments for some hours, for a night, or so, for the sole reason to fulfill each other’s lust can be beautiful as well. Even if we part ways after that, meaning if those encounters haven’t stayed in my life after the act, the fulfillment and happiness have always remained to have shared something in common with a fellow man even just for a moment. I keep on cherishing those moments. An intellectual connection isn’t necessarily in any case better or does necessarily have a better quality time than One, where the physical connection plays an important or even the only part. I came to meet amazing guys that have become close people in the course of time in my life today through random sex initially and we grew together unexpectedly. Thus for me, anonymous sex with random dicks or holes, just for the sake of fulfilling sex drive can in fact be something special for me, that I feel very much respect for. In comparison to heteronormative options to meet or date, the gay hook up culture or cruising culture is a unique culture and even a tradition on its own. A tradition that needs to be kept, because: ⁃ it is a kind of communication, A space that we can still claim our own where we are among “same species” because we share the same desires and goals ⁃ according to my perception and experience, dating apps haven’t actually replaced cruising culture. Actually nothing has replaced meeting in person and seeing the person in front of us with eyes and senses. Which is why I’m also no big fan of dating apps… Met too many guys online who claimed in their messages to be fond of having sex and behaved reluctant and inhibited when I finally met them. Those who I would meet, for example in bath houses directly face-to-face, are mostly the ones who have already left their inhibitions at home. I have heard men claim how empty or depressed they feel after having anonymous sex. But I think the issue doesn’t go back to the anonymity of the act itself but within some personal issues of those men. Maybe some men are just not into it - that’s ok. And maybe some have anxieties or other reservations not to practice like this - that’s also ok. But it is very poor of such people, to place themselves in a higher human position than those, who don’t have any trouble with or even found a passion in hooking up like this, and can see a unique meaning for themselves in it. To wait for the “perfect (sex) partner” by thinking that sex should be something special, would be for me something like limiting my sex drive and degrading a fellow potential sex partner by being to choosy myself… at least that would be my mindset. Because anyone else could also be choosy about me and reject me as a sex partner anytime believing “sex is precious and I’ll have to wait for the perfect one”. Without realizing what I could offer. No matter if I remember every name of casual encounters or even didn’t have exchanged any word with them at all, I still remember looking in the eyes of the men that I fucked and how they were looking me in the eye while I was cumming deep inside of them. For me, those moments remain special. I know former relationships in my environment, be it queer or straight, where the ex-partners even remember less about each other 🤣 My conclusion: ⁃ It seems to be the environment where many people adapt certain ideals that day endorse in those dating apps or generally in public discussion, but it seems to be personal experiences that leads us to places like here or wherever we share our experiences and to people with similar interests… like here. ⁃ no matter how “dirty”, “slutty” or whatever sex is considered in a heteronormative or religious environment, or even by guys in those mentioned dating apps, it is the kind of sex what I have come to experience as: sacred. And it’s up to no one to question or place it in a moral position if he hasn’t been in our shoes. And it’s up to no one to shame anyone for it. Especially if we have already embraced and owned it.

I too think that sex is precious, but that has led me to a different position. Love is also precious, but few would advocate that we ration it on that basis. Love should be shared, spread around- the world would be a better place if there were more love in it. I view sex similarly. It should be also be shared and spread around precisely BECAUSE it is precious, and I genuinely believe the world would be a better place if more people had sex.

This is my first story, which is an embellishment of how I actually started barebacking after my wife left me. It you guys like it there is lots more to the story I've also included a picture of me wearing the exact glass plug I talk about in the story. Enjoy. Part 1. I’d never felt worse in my life. My wife had admitted to cheating on me, and at the end of a horrible week trying to reconcile things with her she told me she wanted a divorce and was going to stay with her parents. "I can't wear this anymore," she said as she slipped off her wedding ring and set it on the table by the entryway. Then she was gone. That was two days ago. I was depressed and suicidal, and had started drinking early in the day. As the hours went by my swirling mix of emotions manifested in a strange depraved horniness. “Fuck it,” I thought. I’d always wanted to do it, why not? I’d long had a fantasy of being fucked anonymously, and taking a raw load of cum in my ass. Despite having a number of discrete hook ups over the years I’d never done it because I was terrified of getting an STD. Yet, I kept coming back to these homemade videos of Craigslist encounters where a submissive bottom became a cumdump for strangers. I couldn’t get that scene out of my head: blindfolded, helpless while a random stud shoved his cock in raw, using the bottom like an object. Countless nights I had lain in bed and jacked off to that fantasy while my wife slept next to me. I felt like I was built to be a cumdump. I had a naturally round and smooth ass. I worked out frequently at the gym down the street and got lots of lingering looks from the older Daddy types. I was only 28, still young enough I still advertised myself as a ‘college boy’ in Craigslist ads. Plus, although in public I acted like the stereotypical aggressive white male, I secretly craved domination. No one would ever guess – unless they saw my internet search history- that my fantasies were borderline sissy. In my depressed state I’d downed half a bottle of shitty rum and my entire body was feeling hot. My inhibitions were quickly evaporating. I sat at my laptop and typed out a Craigslist ad with one hand while my other jacked my smallish circumcised cock: College cumdump looking for anon sex. Smooth thick college booty looking to host anon tops ASAP. Walk in, fuck me, cum and leave. My blood rushing, I posted some photos of my ass that I kept hidden away in a folder on my hard drive. In one, I had my wife’s glass butt plug inserted and you could see straight into my gaped hole. In another, my hole was stretched around a thick cucumber. Such is the sex life of closeted married guys, relegated to using makeshift toys or using those of our wives. I posted the ad, and went to the bathroom to clean up. Even though I hadn’t had many anal experiences, I knew all about getting clean inside. I found a water bottle worked fine for enemas (could never have anything proper in case the wife found it) even though it scratched up my hole a bit. I didn’t even care really. As drunk as I was I felt nothing but pleasure as I shoved the corkscrew nose of the bottle into myself and started to purge. In between cleanings I gave everything a good shave, dick, balls, ass, thighs. I loved running my hands over my freshly shaved skin. Being smooth like that made me feel emasculated. I gave my thick ass a slap and moaned with desire. I was prepping myself to be used by whoever came as a public cumdump slut. Hell, I was depressed and thinking about killing myself anyway, what did it matter if I let some anonymous men use me as a piece of fuckmeat? I checked my ad and saw I already had a few responses. Most didn't seem legit, but one guy replied with a picture showing a nice thick uncircumcised Mexican cock. There were lots of Mexicans where I was, since it was sort of a sanctuary town. The sight of his meaty brown cock made me clinch my ass with anticipation. He was 5'11, thin but fit, had lots of tattoos. It never surprises me how many guys will use their real email addresses and names for a 'discrete' craigslist encounter. The name 'Isaiah Rodriguez' was in the header. He said he was straight and just wanted a hole to dump into. Out of curiosity, since the city was only 100,000 or so, I googled his name and didn't have much trouble finding him since he'd apparently been arrested recently. Drugs and assault. Seeing his face in the google images search, he definitely looked like the type who'd fuck you up if you pissed him off. Recently released from prison from a felony conviction. But fuck it all anyway. I was going to be his bitch. I sent him my apartment number and he said he was on his way and that he wanted it dark so he could fuck me anonymously. The rush of doing something so risky had me flying. I would never normally hook up with a guy like this, but my depressed state twisted my fears into desires. I was a beta and he was an alpha. It was his right to conquer a submissive bitch like me, a little beta who couldn't even keep his wife from straying. I placed a blanket down on the linoleum of the entryway, along with a bottle of lube and a black scarf that was to be my blindfold. Then I went and turned off all the lights until it was pitch black in the apartment and returned to my place in front of the door. In the darkness I wrapped the scarf around my face, covering my eyes, and tied it snuggly behind my head. I got on all fours in front of the door and popped my ass just like a good bitch should. I shivered as the cool air shriveled my testicles. The only sound I could hear was my own breathing and a dull hum of traffic passing outside. Eventually, I heard a car's engine approach and then park outside. A few moments later, footsteps. Then, the door opening. I held my breath as the cold air swept in, rushing over my puckered pussy. He didn't say a word as he entered and closed the door behind him. He got down on his knees behind me and felt my smooth ass. His finger stopped when he found my hole, and he started fingering me roughly. I moaned as he molested me. After a minute or so I heard the clank of his belt unbuckle as he undid his pants and I suddenly felt his warm cockhead at my hole. In all my years sneaking around and being a closeted faggot, I'd never taken a cock raw. I was finally living out my fantasy! I reached back and handed him the bottle of lube. He took it and squirted it on his cock and rubbed some into my puckering hole. "You're gonna take my cock, whiteboy," he told me as he positioned himself behind me. He grabbed my hips and thrust into me, sending burning pain shooting through my asshole. FUCK. I clenched my teeth, whimpering as he resized me. hadn't warmed up at all before, and his thick Mexican cock was tearing me open! Just his head was able to get in at first, but after a few more thrusts he was hitting deeper and deeper until every inch of his meaty cock was stuffed into me. "Fuck ya, bitch," he sighed when his cock and sunk into me fully. He slapped my ass and proceeded to fuck me. I'd never been fucked so roughly before. He clearly only cared about his own pleasure. Soon my tight hole surrendered to his pounding and I began to loosen up enough to enjoy it. o doubt about it, this must be how it feels to be a bitch. I was like a rag doll as he shoved into me doggystyle, a total stranger barebacking me without ever seeing his face. Suddenly he grunted and thrust into me extra deep. I warmth spread inside me as I groaned in pleasure. Fuck, he'd done it. He blasted into me without even a warning. Breathing heavily, he commanded "Stay face down, until after I leave, bitch," and, as he withdrew his cock from my ass he added "I don't want you seeing who I am, faggot." I nodded, even though it was dark. A few seconds later the cold air rushed in as he opened and closed the door, and he was gone. "Oh my god," I moaned in ecstasy, slipping my blindfold up. "I just got bred like a bitch." I felt filthy and used. I reached back between my legs and felt my tender hole. I could feel his warm cream dripping out of me. Fuck, how much had he cum? I didn't want to lose it, so I crawled into the bedroom to the box where my wife kept her dirty toys and found the giant glass butt plug. I'd gotten it for her for Valentine's day, but it had been way too large for her and she wasn't that into anal play. But now here I was inserting the cool glass into my own hole. With the cum it slid into me rather easily until I got to its widest part. Fuck it felt good to feel the cool glass against my burning, pummeled pussy. I sat back on the plug and bounced up and down. I didn't even touch my cock as it flopped around. I was a total bitch tonight and I was only going to get pleasure through my hole. I groaned as the huge glass plug stretched me even wider than the Mexican's cock had, until finally I couldn't take it any longer. I didn't give a fuck if it was going to hurt... I sat down full on it and shoved it in. A brief feeling of shock swept over me as I felt the plug's huge circumference pass through me, and then instant relief as my guts sucked it in. Holy fuck, that was amazing. I'd only ever had the plug inside me once before when I'd taken those pictures I'd posted in my Craigslist ad. This thought made me want to see something. Standing, I waddled with the uncomfortably large plug to the bathroom and turned on the light. Facing away from the mirror, I turned my head far enough to get a glimpse of my gaped ass in the mirror. "Fuck..." I moaned as I saw it. With the glass window into my ass I could see the white spew coating my guts. I bent over further and snapped a few pictures on my cellphone. I returned to my laptop to see if I had any more responses, and my greedy hole tightened around my plug as I saw all the cocks which were lined up, eager to fuck me. And so I did what a cumdump is supposed to do. I messaged two more guys my address and put my blindfold back on, patiently waiting to accept any cock that came through the door. I didn't have to wait long. A bigger guy who sounded white showed up a few minutes later. I was disappointed when I heard the sound of a condom wrapper, but he had a thick cock and fucked me hard. After him there was another Mexican guy, an older one this time. Basically couldn't speak any English and had a smaller cock, but he at least fucked me bare and dumped his load on the pile. When he left, I reinserted my wife's butt plug to keep the cum from dripping out. "Damn," I thought. These guys had been fun, but were nothing compared to the first alpha who had fucked me. I went and took a few more swigs of my shitty rum to keep my buzz up. I wanted the next guy to be a really good fuck, someone who would really dominate me. By now the emails had piled up and I could afford to be a bit choosier. One message caught my eye. It was from 'Sir.' I clicked the email and was greeted with a faceless body shot of a muscular older dom with a massively thick cock dripping precum. The email read "Bitch, Daddy knows what boys like you need. I've got a five-day load that needs dumped in a sweet boy hole. Only reply if you want to submit fully and be owned." A chill passed through me as I read his words. This guy had tried to contact me before. Months ago I'd posted an ad while my wife was out of town to suck some cock. We'd exchanged some emails but he had seemed way too intense and I flaked on him. But I distinctly remember jacking off later that night thinking about being impaled on that thick daddy cock. Submit fully? I didn't know what he was talking about, but right now it seemed like that's what I was meant for. I was already suicidal so what the fuck was there to be scared of anymore anyway? "I'll submit to you in anyway you want, Sir. I'm at 606 Sage Blvd," I replied, and resumed my proper position on my hands and knees in front of the door. My most recent swig of alcohol was rushing to my brain now. Fuck, the room was spinning in the darkness. I had been fearless before, even when I knew a convicted felon was coming over to breed me, but now a feeling of uneasiness was setting in. Had I just surpassed the good vibe buzz of my alcohol? The rush of being fucked by so many strangers was leaving, and now I started to feel cold as I crouched naked on the floor on my hands and knees, willing boy pussy in the air. What the fuck was I doing? This guy seemed even more unsafe than the Mexican gangbanger. But there was no time to reassess the situation, because there were already footsteps outside my door. Sir was here. I held my breath as the door opened and I heard the sound of heavy footsteps. "Good boy," said a deep voice. Then I heard him chuckle. "Pop your ass for Daddy," he said, stepping down onto my back with his boot heel. I immediately complied. "Yes sir." He started feeling up my ass, sighing approval. He found my glass plug, which was still inserted, and traced his rough fingertips around it. "Looks like you finally took the plunge, faggot. How many loads you got in there?" "Two loads, Sir." "Mmm good boy. Well now you're going to take the most important load of your life, bitch." I didn't know what he was talking about. "Spread your ass open for Daddy, let me see this slutty hole of yours." I placed my face into the blanket and reached back with both hands, spreading my ass. "So you're married, huh?" he said. Fuck. He must have seen my wedding ring! I was so used to wearing it I didn't even think to take it off before the fuckfest began. He slapped my ass hard. "I asked you a question, bitch!" I cringed from the sting and cried, "Yes sir! Yes, I'm married." He chuckled again and said, "Well this might be a two-for-one, then." He reached up to my ass and tugged on the sizeable plug. I moaned as he pulled it to its widest point and held it there, gaping my ass. "From husband to cumdump," he laughed. "Well faggot, you've got some making up to do," he said as he sunk the plug back up inside me. "You stood me up once before. You were supposed to give me that sweet faggot mouth of yours and you flaked out, remember?" "I'm sorry, Sir, I don't know what you mean," I said, but in truth I did remember. Suddenly he slapped me across the face, and I recoiled shock. Blindfolded and dark as it was, I was completely helpless to his assault. "Don't fucking lie, bitch. Now sit up here on your knees. I want those faggot lips wrapped around my cock." Jesus, with every word that came out of his mouth there was no choice but to comply. I sat up on my knees and he stood in front of me, guiding my mouth to his crotch. I reached up to undo his pants, and he slapped me again. "No hands, bitch. Prove how much of a fag boy you are. Use your faggot mouth to get my cock out." I did as he commanded, and used my teeth to bite his pants and, with some effort, I unbuttoned his jeans. "That's it faggot, show me how badly you want to serve me. I'm gonna own you now boy. Those dick sucking lips of yours belong to me now. You’re just fuckmeat to me." I was able to bite and pull apart his fly, and then finally gained access to the elastic band of his briefs. A new feeling was stirring inside of me. I'd been nervous at first, but there was something incredibly erotic about his dominating presence and being told exactly what to do. He was reminding me of what a beta male I truly was. I tugged down on his briefs with my teeth and received the reward of his half hard dick flopping against my face. It was freshly showered and had the stubble of a somewhat recent shave. He guided the head of his cock into my mouth. Holy fuck! His cock head was massive. Was it just because I was blindfolded and had lost my perception of size? He kept pushing in, groaning as more and more inches of his cock entered, and my mouth was stretched wider and wider. "Yaaaa, you like Daddy's horse cock, boy?" "Mphhhh-gugugg," I gagged, with his dick still in my mouth. "Mmm, well play time is over. I'm going to give your tonsils a good fucking. Keep your hands to your side. If you even try to reach up I'll slap the shit out of you." I gurgled in agreement. Sir grabbed both my ears as handles and pulled me further down on his massive cock. "Fuckkkk," he moaned. "Your wife doesn't know you suck dick, does she?" I shook my head and he chuckled. "I wonder what she'd say if she could see her faggot husband with a cock down his throat right now?" Fuck... I could never live it down if that happened and she found out. She already hated my guts. I'm sure she'd tell every fucking person we know, including that cunt sister of hers. "It's okay little boy, you keep doing a good job on Daddy's cock and I won't say a word. Now let that dick go all the way down your throat like a good bitch." He pulled my head all the way down and his massive cockhead stretched open my throat and went down my esophagus. I immediate gagged and tried to pull off, but his iron grip held me in place. He started fucking my throat mercilessly, his voice becoming threatening. "Hey, bitch, right down your fuckin' faggot throat. Bet you suck dick better than your wife does, you know that? I bet your wife has never sucked your pathetic little dick like you're sucking mine now." It was true. Despite that his dick was much more massive than mine, she'd never had much interest in giving me blowjobs, much less deep throating. "Hold it right there, fag," he said with his huge dick fully in my throat. My eyes were streaming and I was on the verge of puking. Through my blindfold it got momentarily brighter. "Say, 'I suck dick better than my wife," he ordered me. Of course, I couldn't say anything with his cock lodged in my throat, but I grunted out the phrase anyway, which simply emerged as gargled spit. He chuckled in approval. "Alright, you got my horse cock ready to fuck you boy," Daddy said with satisfaction. "I've got a special reward for you now." I heard what sounded like a plastic 'pop' and then sensed an acetone-like smell. He grabbed my face and tilted it upwards, pulling the blindfold down just a bit on my forehead. I then felt the pointed tip of a sharpie as he started writing. "There, it says 'CUMDUMP' on your face, boy, with permanent marker. I wonder what you wife will say when she sees it?" Fuck, this guy was totally mindfucking me. A twinge of horrible guilty pleasure pulsed in my cock at the humiliation this guy was dragging me through, especially when my wife was in the midst of divorcing me. "Speaking of your wife, I think I know the best way to break a sissy bitch like you in. Where are your wife's panties?" "Wha-? Her panties?" "Her panties, faggot. Where does she keep them. In a drawer?" "I... Yes sir. To the right... is the bedroom. They're in the top drawer of the dresser." I heard him walk past me and creak open the bedroom door. He rummaged around before returning a few moments later. "Put these on, faggot," he said as he threw a pair of lacy panties in my face. I'm going to prove you're not even a real man. I'm going to fuck you like a bitch in your wife's panties... fuck you way better and harder than you could ever fuck her with your worthless boy cock." I swallowed down the lump in my throat. This isn't how I planned it to go. The guys were just supposed to stay in the entryway with me, fuck and leave. I cringed at how many personal and revealing things he must have just seen walking into the bedroom like that. But I also knew that if I hesitated to put on my wife's panties that Daddy was going to slap me in the face. I shimmied into the panties and discovered it was a thong, which slid snugly up between my ass cheeks. "Ha ha, there you go, now you're looking like a proper sissy faggot," Daddy laughed, giving my smooth ass a slap. "You feeling humiliated yet, boy? Are you an owned sissy cumdump?" "Yes, Sir! I'm an owned sissy faggot cumdump!" Daddy pushed me back onto all fours and grunted approval. "Yes you are boy, yes you are..." Again, there was a momentary brightness, followed by a chuckle. He grabbed the plug and pulled it from my hole, continuing to chuckle. "This is just perfect," he said, almost under his breath. I then felt him probe my hole with his rough finger. He finger fucked me, which wasn't really necessary since the three previous cocks and the plug had gaped me considerably. I felt a bit of pain as he molested my hole, which I was surprised by because with the amount of alcohol I'd consumed most of my body felt pretty numb. After a little while he positioned himself behind me, and spit on his cock. "Here it comes you little bitch. This horse cock is going to change you forever." He pulled my thong to the side and pushed the head of his cock into my hole. Pain instantly shot through me. FUCK his size made the Mexican guy seem tiny. "Don't run from it bitch. Make your wife proud and slide your slutty hole down on my cock while you're wearing her panties. Don’t you want to make your wife proud of what a good little whore you are?" "Oh fuck, Daddy! Yes, I want to make my wife proud and be a good whore!" I cried out as his huge cock resized me. Every inch that penetrated brought new waves of pleasure and pain until he was fully inside me. Then there was that sharp poking again, a jabbing pain almost but this time coming from deeper in my intestines. Daddy started fucking me, training my boy hole to take his massive cock. His voice got deeper as he fucked. He reached down and grabbed my balls in a crushing grip. "Yeah, I own these," he growled. "I own your little sissy cock and balls. I own your faggot mouth... and I own.. YOUR HOLE!" He thrust extra deep suddenly and more of the jabbing pain came. "Yes Sir, you own it all! I'm just your faggot cumdump to use how you want!" My hole had somehow adjusted to his massive cock and he was now fucking me in deep strokes, pummeling my prostate and beyond with his huge dick. "I want you to beg me for my seed, boy. I want you to beg me to knock you up while you're wearing your wife's cute little panties." "Please Daddy! Please knock me up! I want your cum, Daddy, please let me have it!" "I'm gonna get you pregnant, boy. You're gonna be my bitch and have my babies." "YES PLEASE SIR, PLEASE!!! I’LL HAVE YOUR BABIES!!" "FUCK yeah, boy. Just remember when you're trying to scrub that marker off your face later..." he was saying between thrusts, "you... begged for me to give you this...AAAAAAHHHH!" He grabbed my hips and thrust deeply, pushing me forward with my face to the floor as he shot his superior alpha load into my inferior beta cunt. His massive cock was shoved so deeply into me I thought he was going to rip through my intestines. The warm cream was spreading all inside me, more than the previous two loads combined. "Fuuuuck boy, you just really got fucked you know that?" he panted, holding his cock fully buried in me. "I really own you now boy, no going back. You're a faggot for life now." He withdrew his cock, and then I felt the smooth glass of the butt plug being shoved back into me. "Let that marinate inside you, boy. You're just a fucktoy now. This isn't the last time I'm going to use your fuckmeat. Whenever I tell you to you'll have that cunt ready for me. You'll wear what I tell you to. You do what I tell you to." I heard him zipping back up, and I just stayed face down enjoying the feeling of being a well-used cumdump. I'd definitely found my purpose in life. This parading around pretending to be an alpha had been so exhausting and phony. No doubt about it, I was a true beta and a cumdump meant to be used as a hole for real men. As Daddy's cum soaked into my guts I felt completely emasculated. Of course my wife had cheated on me and was going to leave me. I was a dumb cock sucking faggot that just allowed four strangers to fuck me. She wanted a real alpha, not the pathetic beta sissy who had just taken a load while wearing a pair of her panties. "Almost forgot," Daddy said, and I heard the familiar 'pop' of him opening his Sharpie. He wrote something small just above my tailbone, then gave my ass a slap, remarking "Enjoy that load bitch. Check your email in a bit," as he opened the door and was gone. I waited a few seconds in the darkness as I tried to process all that had just happened. "Holy fuck," I said out loud. For the first time since I'd started my night as a cumdump I reached to my cock, and could understand how small it was compared to the real man that had just fucked me. It didn't even seem worth jacking it. I was full of cum and felt completely satisfied. Dazed, I stood up and removed my blindfold. I was surprised to find that I could actually see a little bit in the dark apartment since my eyes had adjusted. I turned on the light and staggered to the bathroom mirror. My throat was burning from the rough fucking he had given my tonsils. Looking in the mirror I saw 'CUMDUMP' written across my forehead, which as of tonight was now 100% true. I then recognized the purple thong I was wearing. It had been the special lingerie my wife had worn during our honeymoon a few years earlier. One of my sexiest photos of her was her wearing this thong, bent over on all fours.... and now that had been the exact scene I'd reenacted for the stranger who had just dumped a five day load into my guts. It did make my ass look very plump and fuckable 'though. Remembering he had also written something on my back. I turned and looked over my shoulder and saw that it was simply a small plus sign. What the fuck did it mean? I was exhausted and I knew I should probably go to sleep. The hangover was going to be horrible as it was. I quickly picked up from my fuckfest, folded up the blanket and put the lube away. That's when I noticed the entryway table, or I should say, what was missing from it. "FUCK," I exclaimed with my raspy, throat-fucked voice. My wife's ring was gone. "You gotta be fucking kidding me," I said. I looked around the table to see if maybe it had gotten knocked off, but sure enough it was gone. "Holy fucking shit," I said in disbelief. Guilt and resentment instantly set in. You dumbfuck, what were you thinking. You should have been thinking about how to fix your marriage instead of playing out your gay fucking fantasies. I honestly had no fucking idea what I was going to do. It was probably the Mexican fucker who took it... god damn it... I sat down to my laptop to shut it off, when I remembered that the guy had told me to check my email in a bit. I remembered everything he'd said at the end, how he owned me, and he was going to fuck me more. "Fuck that," I scoffed. Guy was fucking crazy. It was hot to do once, but I was never going to see that guy again. Still, out of curiosity I checked my email. Sure enough, there was an email from him. I opened it to simply find a link to a craigslist ad.... I clicked it and was instantly mortified at what I saw. My face, blindfolded, a massive dick in my mouth.... Then the second one, me bent over, wearing my wife's honeymoon thong with her glass butt plug inserted in my ass, holding in the loads of strangers who had bred me.... holy shit. The table behind you could clearly see our wedding photos! There wasn't even a question as to who it was. I was completely exposed in the pictures, completely emasculated and humiliated for anyone to see who clicked on the ad. There was no way anyone who knew me wouldn't immediately identify me. The text said simply 'This married husband is now an owned cumdump. The cumdump lives at 606 Sage Boulevard and will happily wear its wife's panties while you breed it.' Oh my god. This can't be happening. I clicked on the ad and typed out a reply as fast as I could. I begged him to take down the ad. I couldn't be exposed like that. Please, I would do anything! Just take the fucking ad down. A cold, dreading sweat started to form on my brow. What was I going to do? If ANYONE saw this there would be no coming back from it. My friends, my work, everyone would know. My wife would know! Would I face charges for letting a man play with her underwear, for wearing them without her permission? Fuck fuck fuck! And then there was a reply: Sure, I'll take the ad down. Just understand that I own you now. Tomorrow at 9 PM you'll meet me in front of your door blindfolded just like you were tonight for another breeding session. You will wear another pair of your wife's panties. I think pink would look good on a sissy bitch like you. Well, the good news was my wife wasn't coming home anytime soon... I replied 'THANK YOU! Yes, I'll do whatever you want. And please, did you take the wedding ring that was on the table? Please, I'm begging you if you did, can I please have it back? It's not even worth anything, it's a fake diamond'. I had never admitted that to anyone. I was such a beta I couldn't even get my wife a real ring. His reply was short, if ambiguous 'Haha, you still haven't found it?' Found it? What the fuck was he talking about? Then something dawned on me. I reached back and slowly pulled the big glass plug out of my ass. A thick dollup of cum dripped out and onto my thigh. I inserted my finger and reached up inside myself. Probing around the cum-slicked ruined hole that was now my resized cunt, I encountered a metal circle, now warmed by the heat of my guts. Oh my god, I thought as I pulled out my wife's wedding ring out of my ass. He’d fucked it into me from the very start. The sharp edges had sliced me up pretty good inside and my hole was now incredibly tender. The normally clear glass of the fake diamond was tinged with red, and cum from three strangers dripped off it. The jabbing pain as he'd fucked me.... So this is what it was like to be completely owned, to be a true cumdump. I reached back and put the ring back inside me, followed by my wife's butt plug. Then I crawled into my empty bed that was meant for two people, and cried myself softly to sleep as the toxic load seeped into the fresh cuts that had been carved inside me by my wife’s own wedding ring.

ASSMUNCH *********************** The truth was, I wasn’t jonesing to fuck Sleeper, even if he had the most perfect dumper I’d ever seen. Yeah, it was fun tongue raping him, he tasted great, and his pale skin heightened the allure. The turn on for me was how responsive and receptive he was when my face was buried in his shitcave. Hearing him moan. Seeing him grab his glutes to pull them apart to get me deeper. Watching him spread his legs like a party slut. He was such a tough, masculine, overly confident grunt that his willingness to have his private, secret tunnel invaded and filled with my saliva became erotic. He truly WANTED me up there, needed it so bad it made me hard and dripping. Getting him to beg for it flipped my dick switch. But before tonight I had no desire to bury my bone in his doghouse. Fucking dudes just wasn’t a sexual goal. I mean, of course I COULD. But that wasn’t anything I was after. But I was also not in the habit of fooling myself. It felt good, real good, to force my thick cock up his shitter, knowing no one else had opportunity or liberty to plunder him. So what if I tricked him? I knew my best friend intimately, knew that deep down he had accepted that his smooth pretty butthole became mine from the first moment he felt my mouth muscles manipulate his chute. I saw it in the way he took frequent opportunity to press his ass against me when he passed in a doorway. “Sorry bro, coming through”. How instead of kneeling down to grab something off the floor, his rack, a chair, that when I was within ten feet of him he moved to point his rear towards me to bend over casually. No, he didn’t do it like a stripper, it would have been out of character for Sleeper to make a display of it. Sleeper didn’t display, he didn’t preen or strut. But he did make the effort to perform a presentation, as if sharing a private joke with me. The daring was part of it. He thought he was driving me crazy with temptation. He wasn’t. I thought it was amusing, him playing his little game thinking he had something I couldn’t wait to get my hands on, when all I was thinking was how important my tongue must be to him to get him to try to seduce me. Every time he did his little tricks it was apparent that it was HIM thinking about ME. He yawned a lot, stretching his arms up, clenching the mounds of his ass. He already walked with his huge shoulders thrust back, which he knew forced his lower back in and had his glutes jutting out like a shelf. He laid in his rack naked, on top of his blanket, and I’d see his eye rotate to see if I was looking before giving his ass a wiggle. Yeah, my dude loved what I did to him and wanted to make sure I didn’t lose interest. He used his muscle ass as a commodity. THAT was what turned me on. And maybe he was getting to me, too. I shouldn’t be noticing that he did all that for my benefit. Still, recognizing what was going on didn’t mean my leash was relaxed. I wasn’t letting that happen again. For now, we were engaged in a straightforward transaction. I left Sleeper to clean himself up. I took a much needed piss before going back to my rack. I noticed Zeus and Wanker weren’t back yet. I wasn’t surprised. Sleeper had taken just 25 minutes to get sorted. Zeus was probably still fucking Wanker. Or at least I hoped he was. I fell asleep hoping Sleeper wasn’t going to want me to fuck him every time we had our fun. That’s not where I wanted this to go. Of course I should have known better. ************************ Fucking bloody rotten hell, we were back out for training with the rest of our company. Sarge blasted his air horn at oh four thirty, just five hours after most of us got to bed. I wouldn’t put it past him to have known we’d stayed up to party, and he’d led us to believe we might not be going back out. At least the asshole could have waited until Monday. The only blessing was the rain had stopped, but it was far colder now. There was no time to ask Wanker or Zeus how it went, but I did notice Wanker had lost that defeated, morose attitude. Good, even if his rape-ravaged shitter wasn’t quite back to normal at least his head was screwed on straight. Zeus was unreadable. His every look and move precise, focused and dedicated to the easy perfection that came naturally to him. He didn’t even appear to take notice when Wanker shot frequent smiles his way as they put up the TEMPER we’d be bunking in. Our squad consisted of myself, Sleeper, Zeus, Puta, Troll, Demon, Wanker, and Bootlicker. Footlong, Cellblock, Dimples, Junior, Holler, C-Wrecker (Cuntwrecker when it was just us), Nuts, and Dumbo (his fuckin’ears, holy shit) made up the ambitiously named Big Dick squad, almost all of them with cocks that hung at least four inches soft. Assholes. The rest filled out the last two squads of our platoon. All good men. No slackers. No one complained that we’d just be tearing it down six days from now to pack camp back up. We were at a point we could set up our encampment with our eyes closed. Necessary training even though if it ever came to it we wouldn’t actually be the ones doing this. All this shit would be set up for us ahead of time by Support because it was considered a semi-permanent encampment. Outside of permanent or semi-permanent all we’d have would be personal equipment we carried on our backs if we were lucky. That would be a luxury most of the time because if you were out on a mission it was easier to stay hidden by holing up in the natural terrain or surroundings. But we were grateful we wouldn’t be sleeping out in the elements this week. We didn’t have showers, if you wanted a wash up you dipped a bucket in a fifty gallon drum. So we mostly skipped that, not minding our own stink and filth. It was probably Sergeant Charlie’s idea that our location was one that was formerly occupied by one of the other platoons, my guess was Charlie’s because their current position seemed suspiciously dry and undisturbed. So the ground was torn up and still muddy where we were told to set up. Thanks Wanker. Still worth it though as I took every opportunity to throw a sneering grin at whatever shaved Charlie I saw. I also made sure to tell the brothers if they saw a Charlie to remove their cover and rub a hand through their hair. It’s the little things in life that bring you joy. ******************** None of us were proud of the last week. The sergeants seemed to want to punish everyone. Spot drills, brutal full equipment marches during the day, redirects and backtracks, target locations (if we could even reach them) without the promised packages, returning to camp hours after dark to find our TEMPERs trashed, all of them. Cold MRE’s, which weren’t great when hot, and barely edible almost frozen. Some of us started putting ours in the waistband of our underwear to keep them thawed at body temperature. No heat, no fire. Mostly though we barely had the energy to taste the food, pretty much just swallowing it after a couple chews. Impossible missions, frustrating goalpost moving, forcing choices between saving a brother or completing the mission, do you leave them behind, equipment turning up missing or ruined, surprise attacks two hours after we’d collapse. You name a dirty trick, that’s what we endured. No-win scenarios, impossible targets, unachievable objectives. All. Fucking. Week. We failed damn near every mission, and no matter how much we tried to figure out what we did wrong, the only conclusion we could reach was that we weren’t SUPPOSED to succeed. Our morale flagged, everyone was pissy and whining like a bitch, except for Bootlicker and Wanker, who never gave up trying to make us smile or figure out a way we could beat the Sergeants at their own game. And of course not Zeus. Everyone except those three got into heated arguments, hurling insults and low blows, even Puta and Troll getting into a shoving match. Fat lot of good that did Puta, trying to push Troll around. I tried to stay out of it for the most part. I know my tone and attitude wasn’t the best, and I should have soothed my brothers like I knew I could. But I chose to let them get it out of their system, they needed to release the frustration. If they couldn’t do that with each other and then let it go, we weren’t going to be a successful squad. I waited until both the physical and verbal bullshit faded into exhaustion. “I’m guessing no one thinks we got anything out of the last two weeks, right?” I threw out. I got a resounding ‘FUCK NO!’ “Well I think we should. Here’s the plan.” And I started laying out the beginning of the diabolical fantasy I’d been putting together over the last three days of torture, more as a way to distract myself from our failures. But after seeing what had been done to us, how it had brought us down, I determined we needed something to get our mojo back. It had to happen tonight, before we broke camp tomorrow and headed back. The squad split up. Twenty minutes later, crowded into my TEMPER was every squad leader of the whole company. To unanimous agreement we all felt the complete suck of our training, and every one of them realized we’d been set up to fail. We weren’t stupid, we knew it was supposed to teach us something, probably some bullshit about how to handle failure, build comradery, never let our guard down, missions weren’t always easy or guaranteed to succeed, and about ten other stupid lessons. But enough was enough. They’d gone too far. I gave them their very simple orders - capture every Sergeant using whatever non-violent technique they could come up with. Use deceit, subterfuge, watch for a weak moment, capture and hold. They were to be stripped to their underwear, tied up and staked in the field beside the camp. They were to delegate two members of their squad to remove all of the Sergeants’ gear and personal equipment from their quarters. I told them it was going to be a long night, that we could trade off sleep, but that camp would be broken by dawn. I was still fleshing out what exactly we were going to do with the sergeants which was going to take careful planning because I didn’t want anyone to cross the line into disrespect or assaulting a superior. I made that point VERY clear. Immobilize without harm. This was simple, clean payback, not vengeance. I told them zero hour was the deadline, but that no one was to get their target to the field before 23:45, unless all targets had been neutralized before then. Everyone was to report to me by messenger when their targets were captured. I pulled Charlie’s squad leaders aside, had Wanker apologize and apologized myself. I told them we’d serve a punishment of their choice. They seemed surprised. I gave them a few minutes to talk it over and they were far more gracious than I gave them credit for. Decent brothers, who weren’t afraid to admit the humor in what Wanker had done. “Shave your heads, and keep them shaved for a month. Just your squad, not all the Bravos. Do that, and we’ll call you Brother again.” I didn’t have to think about it. “Done.” I said immediately. “Thanks for being a brother about it. We’re wearing war paint tonight. I’d like it if the Charlies did too.” They actually shook my hand. I asked them if they could handle Horvath, which they were uncertain about. I told them Zeus, Sleeper and Troll would make quick work of that beast. I’d already decided Zeus and Troll were going to take out Sarge. The other Sarges wouldn’t be a problem. Not everyone was a muscle bound brute in a uniform. ******************** I had to say I was impressed. At 22:36, all targets were enjoying the chilly hospitality of my field of prisoners. I had a nice fire burning, didn’t want our precious sergeants getting hypothermia. I noticed most had anger in their eyes. I sat comfortably on an equipment case facing the semicircle of my prisoners. My Sarge and Horvath seemed amused. “Mmmmmph, mmgh fuh muh dnnneh u” Sarge mumbled conversationally from behind his gag. I cocked my head. “I haven’t decided what I’m going to do with you yet, but there’s no rush. We have all night.” I was trying to heat up my ‘beef stew’ MRE entree over the fire without cooking it to death. Entree. Yeah right. Fancy name for dogshit. “Nrr gnng u eh eeoreh”. He pointed out with a shrug. “Maybe.” I shrugged back. I didn’t think this would go as far as an official report. “I was kinda hoping maybe you’d be impressed. I planned all this just four hours ago.” I explained, gesturing vaguely to them and the air with my survival weapon. “Seems the entire company was fed up with being losers. Something we all figured out you Sergeants deliberately organized.” “Uh or ee id! Ah aheh ee oheree, oher.” I gauged his eyes, which held a challenge. I flicked to Horvath. He was calm and unruffled. He was curious to see how this would play out. I returned to Sarge with a lazy grin. “You are my prisoner Sarge. While I retain my deep respect for you, and everyone here, that we speak at all is on my terms. You have allowed yourselves to be captured by Army Privates. Honestly, whether I address you properly doesn’t seem to be something you should have at the top of your list. You really should be focused on one thing - escape. I bet each of you is going over the skills list of the soldiers that secured your hands and feet. I see Sergeant Alpha over there has a soldier who loves his knots. Don’t count on Alpha there getting loose first.” I laughed. I started eating my stew with my knife, never letting my eyes off of my prisoners. In between bites, I told them about their soldiers. I explained how we figured out the potential lessons we thought we were supposed to learn. “Yeah, the training sucked. Me and a few others figured out pretty quick we weren’t intended to succeed at our missions, and if it looked like we just might in spite of the dirty tricks you fuckers threw at us, you then crippled us somehow or moved the goal posts. If we gave up trying because we weren’t going to succeed, you punished us.” I took another bite, chewed slowly. “I gave them until zero hour to get all of you tied up. They accomplished the mission way earlier. Guess they were really pissed.” “You know this shit doesn’t taste anything like beef stew, right? Do you think it’s even real beef in there?” I looked up, and signaled with my knife. “You wanted to see how we dealt with failure as a unit? Behold the fruits of your labor.” The other squad leaders came over, each bringing an equipment case to sit on. It was deliberate that the Sarges were sitting on the ground while we sat above them on crates. They all filed past me, giving me a fist bump. I handed Charlie’s squad leader my knife. He pulled out some shaving cream. “Always count on your Sarge to be prepared, Bravo.” He said. “Call me Assmunch, Brother. Yeah, Sarge likes to stay pretty for the Army. I like that about him, he sets an example for us to live up to.” I replied. “Assmunch? You’re going to have tell me about how that happened.” I laughed. “You’re going to love it.” Horvath and Sarge were watching us closely. “You ready, Assmunch?” “Do it.” And cold, frigid water was poured on my head. My grease paint stayed of course. I felt the shaving cream rubbing into my scalp. I never took my eyes off Sarge and Horvath. The Charlie began shaving my head with my knife. He was pretty good, being careful. It took a while, and probably looked horrible, but this was about a message. Then all the squad leaders came and rubbed my newly bald head, saying ‘thanks, Brother’ even though we hadn’t talked about that. Maybe that was Charlie’s doing, I don’t know. It felt good. Then they all left, except the Charlie. “Mind if I sit watch with you, Assmunch?” “I’d be honored, Charlie.” He pulled his crate up beside mine. “Lamont.” I glanced at him. Of course I knew that, it was on his uniform. “How about Bald Tire?” “And here I was just starting to like you, Assmunch.” That made me laugh. “Yeah, besides, it doesn’t suit you. It’s better when your own men give you your nickname, anyway. It’s not my privilege.” We sat there, my Brother Lamont and I, talking quietly with each other, until we saw the eastern sky begin to glow. We’d taken turns getting more deadwood for the fire, making sure the Sergeants stayed warm. I told him the story of my nickname, which made him laugh so hard he fell off his crate. I left out the part about how much Sleeper enjoyed it. Bootlicker brought water for the Sergeants, and Lamont and I escorted away the three that needed to relieve themselves, none of them put up a fight. Thinking about it afterwards, I think none of them wanted to push things to a point where this turned from a prank into something actionable. They didn’t want to put us in a position where an unforgivable mistake was made. Our Sergeants were amazing. Part of me wondered how much they had allowed this to happen to see where we’d take it. When the sun first peeked over the horizon, I cut the Sergeants loose, starting with my Sarge and Horvath. Bootlicker wanted to involve peanut butter somehow, but I told him mistreatment of the prisoners wasn’t going to happen. We all walked back to camp, or what remained of it. The company had done an excellent job of breaking down, making sure not to touch the Sergeants tents. The guys had also rigged up a camp shower, complete with heated water for the Sarges, if they wanted to have the luxury and relax their stiff muscles after the long cold night being tied up immobile. I was pleased most of them accepted the kind apologetic gesture. Each squad leader then played valet for their Sarge, drying them off, then holding their uniform for them to get dressed. When I saw someone had taken it upon themselves to ball up Sarge’s uniform so it was a wrinkled mess, I nearly lost it on my squad. Looking at it, then the brothers, Demon had the decency to step forward. “Sorry Sarge. Sorry Assmunch. I got carried away.” I put Sarge’s uniform in Demon’s hands. “Fix it.” Was all I said. I turned to everyone else. “When the Sergeants are finished in their quarters, break em down and load em up. If you aren’t involved in that, you have camp cleanup duty. I want this entire area looking like we were never here. No one has set foot here for a year, you got me?” I shouted. “YES PRIVATE BRAVO!” The entire company yelled back. What had they gotten out of this, besides extra work? Simple. They accomplished a mission, finally. And after the two weeks of hell we’d just been through, they got a night to relax without fear of what the Sergeants were going to do to them on their last, most exhausted night. The squad leaders should have rotated duty and sleep for everyone, as I instructed. And I know without my plan those asshole had something planned to spring on us last night. Everyone seemed to be in good spirits, and working together, even with a different platoon. In fact, there didn’t seem to be the usual behavior of sticking to your squad or platoon. Everyone was helping out wherever they could lend a hand. I suspected they were eager to get back early to relax, finally, so the faster they got us packed up the sooner we could leave and get back to civilization. It was a relief that we were able to throw a wrench in the Sergeants’ potentially cruel hazing. Sarge and Sergeant Charlie confirmed exactly that when I followed them to their tent. I was going to wait just outside, but they waved me in. “Think that was clever, Private?” Sarge asked. I didn’t regret it, I did it for the Company. “The guys needed something, Sarge. We were at each other’s throats. Maybe it wasn’t the smartest plan, but I knew we couldn’t come out of this without a victory of some kind. This was all I could come up with to get everyone back to thinking like we were all on the same team. And feeling like we were soldiers. Besides, Sergeants, you were going to kick us when we were down. I don’t know what you had planned for last night, but we were done with the bullshit.” “He’s got a point, Walters.” Horvath interjected. Sarge glared at me, but something told me his heart wasn’t in it. “Too clever for your own good… Assmunch.” And I knew the official part of the debrief was over. There might be further repercussions, but I could trust Sarge to be fair. And of course, an ass raping by Horvath wasn’t anything I was worried about or fearing. If it happened, it happened. I could take the pain. I didn’t think it would though. “Gonna have to report it to El Tee, you know that.” “I know, Sarge. If it’s not too much to ask, I’ll take the hit. Leave my brothers out of it. It really was my plan.” Horvath crossed his arms. “Oh, we got the message loud and clear they all were following you into this game. You want to know why we didn’t give you a fight, after we were tied up in the field?” I scowled. “I’m getting the impression I missed something. I don’t like it.” Sarge smiled. Cocky fuck. “Relax, you couldn’t know. But you’ll know now. Hand signs. We ONLY decided to ride this out because you were the one in charge. You weren’t going to do anything stupid or extreme, and you wouldn’t be talked into crossing the line. Good move having your team take on Horvath. Those three were probably the only ones who Horvath respected enough not to break their legs, solid, steady men those three. Me, I could have resisted and gotten away any time I wanted. Half of us could have. Don’t be so proud that you got us earlier than your deadline. It happened because we let it happen.” I missed them communicating with each other, never saw a thing. Suddenly I realized how all of this could have gone so wrong. The whole company could have paid the price. I must have turned white as a sheet. “Too clever by half, I’d say. He just unraveled it.” Sarge said to Horvath. Who grinned. Wait… wait one fucking minute. Oh hell no. I was being played, I was almost certain of it. Horvath’s grin was too relieved. Like he WANTED me to buy it, hook line and sinker. And once I went where they lead me, far too self congratulatory. The nervous twitchy glance. There were no hand signs at the fire in the field, I never took my eyes off them. I didn’t miss anything. The other Sergeants were really pissed, they didn’t want to sit there in the dirt all night in front of this cocky Private. They were spread out, facing forward, it was dark, no head could turn to watch intricate signs being made behind anyone’s back, especially with fire blindness. Okay, you fuckers, how do I play this? I kept my face schooled, not letting on I had figured out their game. Do I let them save face? Do I call them on their bullshit? I decided. I stepped back to the doorway and called out. “ZEUS!” And stepped back inside. “Just between us, Sergeants.” I said. Zeus darted in seconds later. “Sergeant. Sergeant. Assmunch.” He addressed us. “Zeus, did Sergeant Horvath put up a fight when you, Sleeper, and Troll captured him?” I asked, watching Sarge and Horvath closely. They both stared straight ahead, giving away nothing. Zeus grinned. “Oh yes he did. It was amazing.” “And how did you incapacitate him?” I asked, smirking. “That will be all Private Gunnerson” Sarge interrupted. “Dismissed” “Yes Sergeant!” Zeus shot out the door behind us. “Fucker.” Horvath grunted. “Just between us. Good try though, Sarge. I’m actually happy you tried. I feel even better now.” I beamed. “Get out of my sight, Private.” He growled. “Yes, Sergeant!” I bellowed. I turned on my heel and toe, proper as you please to leave. “Not a word, Assmunch.” I whipped back around, attention. “Understood, Sergeant.” I looked at Horvath who looked to be holding back a laugh. “Sergeant.” I executed my about face once again, and left with a smile they couldn’t see, even though they had to know I was grinning like a fool. I remembered where I was and immediately wiped it off my face. It wouldn’t do if the brothers saw me leaving with a smile. That would send the wrong message. I almost ran into Demon coming the other way. Sarge’s uniform looking neat, and even somewhat pressed. “Help him like you were his personal slave, Demon. You know Sarge likes to look pretty. And he’s OUR Sarge. We want our Sarge to be the best, always. Apologize again.” I felt a presence behind me. I looked to find Sarge and Horvath. “Pretty?” Sarge argued. “Yes Sergeant, the prettiest.” I returned. “Why aren’t YOU OUT OF MY SIGHT PRIVATE?” I double timed it out of there before I got myself in more trouble. ************************* SLEEPER AND ZEUS ************************* We were all taking it easy in the barracks, enjoying our Saturday after the long sleepless night before. Most of us had slept in the transport on the hour long drive back to post. Showered and naked, or in our underwear, we cleaned our area and bartered for someone to do our laundry tomorrow. Some of the guys were talking about tonight’s party and picking a bitch to make the beer run to the PX. I stayed out of it. I was worrying about Andrew and if he was catching hell for our stunt yesterday. I was laying on my rack going through my training manual for the current section. Maps, plotting and navigation. “Sleeper, can I talk to you?” I heard Zeus’ amazing deep voice behind me. “Sure Zeus.” I froze for a moment when I looked at him. He looked good shaved clean like that. Very dangerous. Even more dangerous than with hair. I looked like a clown compared to him, and I was very easy on the eyes, I knew. “Uh, what’s up?” Zeus sat down next to me. He was wearing Army sweatpants and a Tee shirt that barely fit his bulky chest and shoulders. I saw his eyes glance down at my naked white ass. Then they traveled up my defined muscular back. He took his time. I waited. Zeus could check me out all he wanted. It didn’t feel dirty or gay the way he did it. It felt good that he was appreciative of the hard work I put into training my body. When a physical specimen at the peak of masculinity checks you out, it’s definitely a compliment. I felt the same way when the jacked up guys at the gym gave me a once over. I don’t think he even thought about being self conscious about staring at me, it was more like he had the right to inspect my nakedness at his discretion. Hard to argue with that. “Do you think Andrew is in trouble?” he asked, when he was finished. “Who knows, Zeus? It’s hard to figure out the Sarge. He always seems mad. But I hope not.” “Me too, Sleeper.” Suddenly, Zeus’ hand was on my back. I froze again. It wasn’t a hesitant, tentative touch. It assumed ownership, no permission necessary. He began moving it over my muscles, massaging, examining. “Uh, Zeus…” I stuttered. Anyone else did that and they’d be knocked on the ground. “Your skin is so pale.” Zeus observed. “It’s nice.” Holy fuck was this happening? “Uh….thanks.” He stopped moving his hand, right above my ass. I felt my face flush, but I still didn’t move. His hand felt good, but I was also weirded out. “Is this bothering you?” He asked casually, no different than the way someone would ask what kind of juice I liked with breakfast. Like he didn’t see this as anything strange. “Uh, a little, yeah.” I managed to get out. I hated myself for liking his attention, and hated that I couldn’t let him touch me like this at the same time. “Zeus, you can’t do this. Especially not here.” Out in the open where everyone could see. Fuck, Zeus finally comes out of his shell and this is what he does? I was afraid to move, I felt cornered. The worst part of it was that I knew if he went further I wouldn’t or couldn’t stop him, and I hated the feeling of being powerless. I was a man, but a real man wouldn’t let this happen. I closed my eyes. My mind was scattered, racing in five different directions. Why wasn’t Andrew here, he’d know how to handle this. Was Zeus really coming onto me or was this just innocent misguided male appreciation? Were any of the brothers watching? I should have worn underwear or shorts, something as a barrier to being felt up. I liked Zeus, worshipped him actually, how could he make me feel this way? I felt like crying. But the absolute worst part was feeling my dick getting hard, the way my body liked his touch while my brain screamed no. I felt myself begin to panic. “Yeah, hold him down Zeus, I got next!” I heard Troll say from the other side. Then the cot moved and Troll threw his weight on top of me. I felt Troll’s fully clothed body smother me. Zeus’ hand was gone, and I was instantly relieved. Troll started dry humping my ass, grunting in fake ecstasy. “Oh yeah, so tight bro!” “You think that shit’s free, Troll?” I found my voice. “You can’t afford my fine ass. You got five seconds to get off me!” I growled. Troll pinned my shoulders, thrusting harder. “I only need three. I’m gonna nut, bro! Ahhhhh, here it comes!” And he had a WAY over-acted fake orgasm, bouncing me violently against the mattress. He climbed off and smacked my ass. “Best piece of ass I’ve ever had. Hope you’re on the pill, I’m too young to be a dad.” Seeing my out, I leapt up and started chasing him. Zeus was watching, still sitting on my rack. “Get him, Zeus!” I yelled. “Hold him down for me!” Zeus was fast. Troll was scooped up and thrown over Zeus’ shoulder in no time. Troll was beating his fists against Zeus’ back, but it looked like he was trying to punch an oak tree. It was funny how Troll had no defense against Zeus. Zeus just picked him up like a bag of dog food. “Where do you want him, Sleeper?” “Throw him on that bunk. Pin him, and hold his arms. It’s payback time.” “No! Sleeper! C’mon bro.” Troll pleaded. Zeus was sitting on top of his hips, holding his wrists to the bed. “Not so tough anymore, huh?” I teased. I was taking my time walking over. I exaggerated the swing of my hips, making my cock and balls sway left and right as my thick muscular thighs punched them outward with every step. I loved the way my dick flopped like that. “You gonna take your punishment like a man, or like a little bitch?” Zeus was fixated on me. Ah well, even though encouraging him wasn’t smart, I had to show him that playful contact was the way we did things. “You wanna fuck around? Zeus here is my protector, right Zeus?” Zeus nodded. “Right Sleeper!” I stood on the bunk over Troll’s head. “Sleeper! I take it back! Don’t do it!” Troll begged. I looked at Zeus, who couldn’t take his eyes off my junk just a foot away from his face. Yeah, Assmunch and I would have to have a talk about Zeus. “What do you think, Zeus?” I asked. “Should I forgive him?” “Tell him to forgive me!” Troll commanded. He may as well have been talking to a wall. Zeus surprised me. “He should have treated you like a gentleman, Sleeper. He needs to pay for what he did.” With the most absolute sincerity that I think I’ve ever heard. A warm feeling coursed through me with the words. And relief. Zeus would never force himself on me. It was obvious he didn’t have a lot of experience interacting with people in general, or us. And I realized then Zeus had stopped and asked if he was bothering me because he cared about how I felt. And with that thought, the feeling of being dirty, the fear of being cornered, the nausea over being touched intimately by another dude… it all faded away. “Hear that, Troll? I’m a gentleman. You buy me dinner first.” And I smiled at Zeus, who smiled back with every fiber of his happy heart. And then I crushed my junk and ass into Troll’s ugly face, swirling my hips around, while I counted to ten. This fucker was going to get dickwiped. When I was done, I stepped off. “Thanks for your help, Zeus. You can let him up.” “Ugh, disgusting pervert!” Troll spat. I busted out laughing when Zeus gave Troll a playful slap, saying “That’s Sir Pervert, to you, Troll. I think it’s your turn to be Bitch tonight.” I’d never seen this side of Zeus. He actually did know how to have fun. He caught on fast. Including him was the right way to go. And Bitch was the first halfway dirty word I’d ever heard come out of his mouth. Today was full of surprises. “What? That’s not fair!” Troll scowled as he got up. “You think anyone is going to argue with Zeus?” I grinned back at him. I was back in a great mood. “Fuck you!” Troll snarled. Then he remembered who he was talking to. “Not you, Zeus. I meant Sleeper.” Zeus reached out to grab Troll’s neck, an angry look on his face. Before he could get Troll’s thick neck in his giant paw, I put my hand on Zeus’ arm. “Relax, Zeus, he’s playing.” Zeus backed down, but his eyes were VERY displeased. “He shouldn’t say bad words at you Sleeper.” Oh God, what I have I done? “Troll is our brother. Brothers fight. It doesn’t mean we don’t love each other. Right Troll?” “Right, Sleeper. I love you, brother. Even though my face smells like your dick now.” And Troll gave me a hug. “Still sucks I gotta be Bitch though.” Zeus appeared to calm down. But he crossed his huge arms and looked down at us. “Well he better not say bad words at me. I don’t like them.” He looked like fuckin’ Mr. Clean in that pose, with that glare. “We’ll make sure everyone knows, Zeus. But I’m okay if they say them to me, alright.” I explained. How come it felt like I was talking to my kid brother in middle school, instead of a 19 year old giant God? I was so confused… put Zeus in any training module and you couldn’t touch him, he seemed like he was ten years older than the rest of us in confidence, bravado, ability, and expression. But outside of training, he seemed like a kid. A dangerous giant jacked up bull of kid, but still a kid. Zeus shrugged. “If that’s what you want, Sleeper.” I felt lucky the guy had a thing for me. I wouldn’t want to be in Troll’s shoes. Then we spread the word that Zeus decreed that Troll was our Bitch tonight, and Troll headed out to the PX for tonight’s snacks and alcohol, grumbling the whole time. He shut up though, every time Zeus gave him a look. Being overseas in a foreign country, on a relatively small training base like ours meant no vehicle transportation, and limited opportunities to go off post. Those of us here for AIT were kept pretty locked down, which sucked. It was smart, though, from the Army’s point of view. 19 year old American military boys who were pent up and frustrated would be hell on the closest towns and city, even if we had a way to get there. We envied the Specialists and Senior NCO’s for their freedom. Newly minted PFC’s like us were kept virtual prisoners. That was the deception of the military. In basic, as a green recruit, or Cherry as we’d been called, we lived for the day we’d be out of Basic and become real soldiers. Only to find out we were limited in freedom and movement as Private Second Class E-2s which didn’t happen fast enough after Basic. Ironic, wasn’t it, that we were told we were fighting for freedom while giving up our own? We’d be told at every opportunity that we weren’t real soldiers YET. Then getting our mosquito wing insignia ( fuckin’ FINALLY a single chevron ) after slow passing months. Then when we finally reach PFC E-3 we’d discover the game of carrot on a just out of reach stick we’d get our rocker and wouldn’t consider ourselves lowly privates anymore, even though we would be. We’d be long gone from AIT before we saw E-3. You went nowhere without time in grade. So then we all looked forward to Specialist which meant we were through with training and bullshit and could call ourselves true soldiers. I couldn’t wait to never be called Private again. (Hah! Through with training… not in the Army) You starting to get the gist of it? Every promotion felt like you’d be better off, right up until you reached it and realized it was not much better than lower rank in any meaningful way, and wanted the next rank which seemed so much more free and worthy. That was deliberate. The Army knew how to keep the mule plodding forward. Hell, we didn’t even rate dorm style housing quarters with our own room with a door on this crappy post, like other bases had. Gotta love the Infantry. But I thought it was cool that we were a NATO training base, which meant we did get some interaction with allied forces. Not much, but guest instructors and the occasional junior soldier appeared for some sections of our training. For some of us, it was a wake up call that the world was bigger than we thought, and other countries had proud, dedicated soldiers just like we did. I needed Assmunch to get back. We needed to talk about a couple things. Where the fuck was he? The longer he was gone, the more I worried we had fucked up. ASSMUNCH ****************** “Why is it always you Bravos?” The Lt. complained. I started to answer, opening my mouth. “That was rhetorical, Private.” Sarge growled from behind me. I didn’t think it was. Private Lamont was standing at attention next to me. By his very presence, ‘always’ was incorrect. But okay. If the Lt didn’t know Lamont was a Charlie it wasn’t my place to point that out. Lt. FUHA, paced behind his desk. I was relieved that my first act when I got back was to shave my head properly. It wouldn’t do to be called in front of the Lt out of grooming discipline. We all took turns shaving each other’s skulls, all of us naked except for Zeus. Demon complained, but did it anyway. It was the terms of our surrender. They understood. Impossibly, Zeus looked even more deadly and serious, like some villain from a comic book. “Were operations disrupted?” El Tee asked. “No sir. Maneuvers and training were concluded. Camp function did not deteriorate. Order was maintained surprisingly well considering it was run by a group of barely adult idiots, sir.” Sergeant Horvath reported. Kiss my ass, Sergeant Charlie. Kiss my tight white ass. “We’re any regulations broken?” “Several, sir.” “Any that can’t be overlooked?” “None, sir.” “Did anyone disobey orders?” “No orders were given, Sir” El Tee looked at me and Lamont. “Do you know what it’s called when soldiers revolt?” I swallowed. Lamont answered. “Mutiny, sir.” I didn’t think this truly classified as a revolt. But technically, I guess it did. “And what’s the punishment for mutiny, Private?” He looked at Lamont. “Court Martial, sir. Dishonorable discharge. Or worse, Imprisonment or Death.” I was starting to sweat. Lamont , from the corner of my eye, appeared relaxed and unworried. The Lieutenant came around his desk to look me in the eye. He didn’t miss my freshly shaved head. A momentary grin appeared, and was squashed. What did Wanker call it? The return of Officer Tired of My Bullshit? That probably wasn’t fair. Just by the questions he was asking I sensed Lt. Jones was a decent guy. He could easily have hung us by a rope. “Been a while since death was sentenced, did you know that?” The Lieutenant mused. “Rhetorical “ I heard Sarge whisper. Lamont and I didn’t move a muscle. “You held U.S. Army Sergeants prisoner? Restrained? All night? Were you ordered to release them?” The Lieutenant asked. “The Sergeants were gagged, Sir. They could not give an order.” I offered. He rubbed his eyes. “And gagged. I’m getting a headache. I’m just going to start calling my headaches ‘Bravo’ from now on.” The El Tee went back around his desk to sit down. He put both hands palm down on his desk. “Sergeant Horvath, you and your soldier are dismissed.” “Yes, Sir. With me, Private.” Horvath barked. After they left, the Lieutenant stared at me for a few minutes. I kept my eyes on the wall ahead of me, perfect still. “Are you going career, Private?” He asked out of the blue. I stiffened up, putting Attention to my attention. “If the Army will have me, Sir. My Father is career. I’ve always wanted to be Army, like him, Sir.” “The Army doesn’t hand out step increases or rank like candy, Private. You have to stay on top, constantly test in the highest percentile, move up before time runs out on your enlistment. Have you thought about going for a commission? Being an officer?” I shook my head. “Sir, NCO is good enough for me Sir. Wanted to go for Ranger School, Sir.” “You can still be a Ranger as an officer.” “Yes, sir.” “Your ASVAB scores tell me you’re a good candidate, your AIT evaluations so far are exemplary. Except for this little adventure, Sergeant Walters tells me you are an exceptional soldier, and I’m still trying to figure out if the way you ran this mutinous operation outweighs the stupidity of it. You gained the trust of your men, even the Charlies which I wouldn’t have bet money on, and they followed you in spite of Private Lamont knowing full well what doing so meant.” He explained. Ahhhhhh, so that was why Sergeant Horvath and Lamont were here. The Lieutenant continued. “Alpha, Charlie and Delta Sergeants reported they were treated very well, and you and Lamont had your soldiers operating like a fine tuned, efficient machine. The Army knows it’s difficult to teach that kind of leadership. I’m ordering you to keep your nose clean while finishing AIT, no more stunts like this. And keep your squad in line, as well as the Bravos. Am I clear?” “Sir, yes Sir!” I knew he was talking about reining in Wanker and Bootlicker, the pranksters. Wanker wouldn’t be a problem, Horvath had put the fear of horsecock in him. Bootlicker was going to be a little work, but he wasn’t an actor so much as an instigator. Bootlicker let others do his dirty work. “Dismissed.” “Yes Sir! Private, fall out.” Sarge answered. I saluted the Lieutenant. Turned and left through the door, Sarge following. I decided right then I would stop thinking of or referring to the Lieutenant as Lt. FUHA. He wasn’t the kind of officer my father hated. “Eyes forward, Private. My office.” We reached the Sergeants area at the end of the hall, and I turned right. We passed by each office, but I didn’t dare look anywhere but in front. “You want to do this in mine?” I heard Sarge say to someone behind me. I continued to Sarge’s doorway, went in. I stood in front of his desk at attention. If this was an ass raping, I truly deserved it. He was probably talking to Sergeant Horvath. Sarge’s office was just like him - neat, organized, without a lot of decoration or unnecessary clutter. Files were stacked corner to corner in a precise pile, the papers inside them also perfectly lined up. Sure enough Horvath walked in with Sarge. “Close the door, Private.” I turned to see Lamont, which was a surprise. Lamont closed the door. I turned back around and came to attention again. Lamont stood at attention beside me. Sarge sighed. “At ease, grunts.” Now he started rubbing his eyes. Horvath just stood there, a bemused look graced his swarthy face. “Alright, I’m almost certain Assmunch here could read what just happened. So Private Lamont, why don’t you amaze us with your staggering intellect.” Sarge said. I hadn’t read shit, just the fact I almost lead my entire Company who trusted me into committing the second worst crime you could commit in the military. Treason was, of course, first. “Yes Sergeant. The Lieutenant is not in my chain of command, nor Sergeant Horvath’s. My Lieutenant was not present. The other squad leaders were not present, nor were any of the other sergeants or Lieutenants.” “So that tells you what?” Horvath spoke up. “This wasn’t going to be a general disciplinary action. Nor was it going to be official.” Lamont replied. Sarge had given me too much credit. I figured out none of that. And who the fuck was Lamont, throwing out ‘nor’ into sentences like he was reading a fancy book? Who does that? “And how do you know there won’t be official disciplinary action in the future?” Lamont shrugged. “I guess there could be Sergeant, but Brickmann and I were brought in together, with our Sergeants. That’s not usually how general disciplinary action goes.” Horvath chuckled. “Yeah you’d know about that, wouldn’t you?” Lamont blushed. Oh, we got a bad boy. I took a second look at Lamont. “Brickmann, care to chime in?” How far did I dare to take this? I decided this wasn’t the time for verbal games. “I got lucky, Sarge. We all got lucky, but I doubt if this all went south you would have hung everyone up. I admitted I planned it all, convinced the entire company through the squad leaders to follow me. I should have seen the bigger picture.” Horvath and Sarge shared a look. “Where’s that cocky Private eating his MRE with a knife who lectured me about being a prisoner? I liked that guy.” “Standing here ashamed, Sarge. The Lieutenant was right, what we did was technically mutiny.” Horvath stepped forward. “It was also technically NOT mutiny. At any other time this week it would have been. At any other time in your career, it would have been. Think about why the Lieutenant asked the questions he did.” Orders, regulations, operations. “Intent rarely matters in the Army, Private, but in this case it did. This wasn’t about overthrow of command or revolt, or disobeying orders. We could clearly see that. Except for still being out on training maneuvers in the field, you were all technically off duty and training was done. For you, and them, it was about working as a unit, protecting the Company, turning failure into success. This is training, this is when you learn those things. Failing is important, but so is creating success. The Sergeants were impressed, even as pissed as they were, that you could guide this group of grunts through this operation so cleanly. You improved morale. And you were right, we were hitting you boys really hard. So you see, it’s not too hard for us and the Lieutenants to see this for what it was - a misguided prank. Horvath and I actually had a good time relaxing by the fire, watching you and Lamont here do some bonding. And you got the camp packed up, without your troops grumbling. You anticipated your superiors. You fit your plan and objectives to the situation. You made many decisions that demonstrated quality, respect, focused on unit performance, never taking your eye off your objective, covering every angle. And you stepped up and put yourself out front to protect your men. Frankly, you did our job for us while we got to sit around and be lazy.” I thought about it, how it all happened. So many things could have gone wrong. “I got lucky nothing went wrong, no one acted up and did anything stupid.” Sarge shook his head. “I don’t think you get it, Brickmann. Things didn’t go wrong and no one did anything stupid, because YOU were leading them. Private Lamont , do you think you could have pulled this off?” “Honestly, not in the timeframe he did it, Sergeant. Maybe eventually, but I would have had problems with a few of the squad leaders.” Lamont answered. “And why did YOU go along with this?” Sarge asked him. “Him. His confidence. His plan was exactly what we needed to get refocused, without being juvenile or poorly hatched. He spread out command, didn’t show favoritism, or give his squad special treatment. And he apologized straight to my face for what Private Sendahl had done, without being a jackass, or being a weasel. That took a lot. Earned our respect. I got the feeling Private Brickmann was a straightforward standup soldier, Sergeant.” I was floored. Is that the vibe I gave off? That’s not what I was trying to do. “Would you have followed anyone else, Lamont?” Horvath asked. “Maybe The big guy, Gunnerson. Something about him. Never spoken to the guy, but the way he carries himself reminds me a lot of you, Sergeant.” I had no problem agreeing with that assessment. I’d have followed Zeus too. He was capable, serious, determined, and seemed far older than 19 years old. “Like the Lt said, keep your nose clean, both of you. Look, we know you’re just kids, we’re trying to turn you into soldiers and you’re not as close to that as you think you are. Letting off a little steam is expected, but there’ll be no more bullshit tolerated.” Sarge told us. “Understood, Sergeant.” I agreed. “Yes Sergeant.” Lamont followed. I had no idea what was happening with the Charlies, but I got the sense the Bravos weren’t the only headache in the Company. “Dismissed.” ************************************** SLEEPER AND ASSMUNCH ************************************** “I gotta talk to you, Assmunch.” Sleeper pulled me aside the minute I got back. He told me about what happened with Zeus. “I think Zeus is gay, dude.” He finished with a whisper. I sighed. I suddenly got a glimpse of maybe how Sarge and the Lieutenant felt when they had to deal with our fuck-ups. I didn’t have the mental energy for this. “I’m fine, thanks for asking, buddy.” I replied with sarcasm. “Just got chewed out for mutiny, nothing serious.” “Shit! Bro, are they gonna court martial you?” He shot back. I held a hand up. “Relax, no one’s getting court martialed. And keep your voice down. I’d be sitting in a cell if that happened, not talking with you. But getting talked through it almost had me shitting in my pants.” I didn’t want to tell my best friend about the Lieutenant’s talk of Officer. There wasn’t anything certain there. I know he was just putting the idea in my head, and that a lot of things had to happen before the possibility even appeared on the horizon. But why did it feel like Lt was offering me the opportunity? We had five more weeks of AIT to go, and nothing was going to happen before then anyway. You didn’t just get promoted to Lieutenant like in the movies. It meant a college degree first, something I didn’t have the money for. Not to mention I wasn’t even sure I WANTED to be an officer. My dad always called them useless. Of course, my dad wasn’t Infantry. I don’t know, it was all flying around in my head. Too much to siphon through. And now Big Gay Zeus on the verge of blowing a Big Gay Hole in our barracks brotherhood, which absolutely could not happen. Not only did I want to keep Zeus from getting booted, I didn’t want Sarge and the Lieutenant, or the brothers for that matter, to go through any kind of investigation which would uncover way too many things happening in Bravo Platoon. And while I trusted most of my squad, Bootlicker was a weak link. And Puta worried me too if it came to supporting a gay brother. I knew I had to get Zeus to rein it in. I was not going to lose our Gay God if I could help it. “Get some clothes on, bro. And go get Zeus, wherever he’s at. Let’s go get chow and sit down to talk.” I told Sleeper. “Yeah, fuck I’m hungry.” Sleeper never got UNhungry.

Having issues with pipes in my home leaking, and have been using a friends place to shower. Yesterday he wasn't home, and I decided to go to the local truck stop and use theirs I was hoping to have some fun while there and started browsing Grindr. Within a minute a trucker hit me up and said was looking for some ass in his truck. I one upped him and said I was there to get a shower, and needed someone to wash my back! He said he'd do more than wash it, and sent a fully nude pic of him. He wasn't the best looking trucker, but it was his 7-8 beer can cock that got my attention! Sent him my shower stall number, and he was there in a flash! Wasted no time. Was very verbal , which I love. Pulled his cock out and just said get to work boy! Wasn't long before I tasted precut and I said put that load where it belongs, not down my throat! Fortunately I brought some lube as he was one of the thickest cocks I've taken. Didn't take him long to seed me. He suggested I finish shower but not get dressed if I wanted another trucker in me. Well hell yes I did! After a few minutes he returned with a BBC trucker buddy. He wasn't nearly as thick, but I'd say probably 10 inches. The first trucker said he wanted to feed my throat as his buddy seeded me. Got spit roasted and both came at the same time! Needless to say I won't be using my friends shower much anymore!

I have been bicurious my entire life, but I was only ever really interested in girls until my early 20s. I always had a girlfriend, but when she and I split, I started exploring my curious side. I started watching gay porn, and soon I found myself more interested in guy on guy videos than with a woman involved. I never really acted on the impulse and probably pissed off a few guys on Grindr during my experiental stage, but I never did meet up with another man. It was just dirty talk and gay porn. One thing in particular though was bareback videos, I really enjoyed watching them. It was probably due to always wearing a condom with girlfriends and one night stands in the past, but getting fucked by another man looked so raw and risky that I found it extremely hot. I would watch some guy getting fucked on the screen by a group of guys, and always wondered what it would feel like to have cum shoot up my ass. Could I actually feel a man cumming inside me, or would it just get really wet? I desperately wanted to feel it, but after a quick and scary search on STIs on google, I knew I would probably never have the courage to actually go do it. That left having a relationship with a guy, but truthfully my gay feelings leaned more towards the more carnal side and I really didn’t want any of the baggage that comes with a relationship. One night I was jerking off watching a video showing a cum dripping hole getting bounded in a gangbang. Fuck it was hot, there were multiple men all jerking their cocks waiting to fuck this guy who had barely any time to breath around the cocks invading his mouth. I watched a hairy chub add his load to the others before navigating away fom the page, browsing through other videos, the more riskier the better. Finally my eyes fell upon a video called poz me up, and the thumbnail showed a guy with a biohazard tattoo. It was incredible, the perfect POV where the bottom was fiming, and the video started with the top fisting his cock making the bottom beg for his load. The top then spit on his cock and viciously rammed it inside the bottom’s ass and started thrusting deep. I jerked my cock furiously as I watched the video unfold. This young man, with his legs high in the air, moaned as he took the hung cock in his ass. The top started vocally anouncing he was about to cum and the bottom cried out begging for the charged load. I groaned as I shot cum all over my stomach watching the top’s cock suddenly have a white foaming coating that was growing with every thrust. I felt a rush of euphoria imaging myself holding the camera and I took some of my cum from my stomach and started smearing it on my hole. I pushed it inside with a finger as I watched the top slide his cock out. As I massaged my hole with my own cum, for a brief moment I admit, I wanted to take a charged load, I was jerking off almost constanly afterwards to bareback videos, always listening to the bottom’s moans as they were getting pounded, and one night I just had enough. I wanted to get fucked, and I was horny enough that I didn’t really care by whom, I just needed my cherry popped. After about 5 minutes on Grindr I signed out and I googled the city I was in, and gay entertainment. Almost immediately an advertisement came up for a sex party that was happening that night in the local bathhouse. I was intrigued, and GPS told me it was only about 15 miles away. I pulled out on the street, following the directions on my phone to the bathhouse, and about 10 minutes later I made the last turn onto the street. Driving past there were only regular store fronts, so I parked my vehicle on a side street and ducked around into the back alley. Sure enough I could see a number of men smoking in front of a nondescript doorway leading inside of a building. Taking a deep breath to steady my nerves, I walked towards the doorway, turned the door knob, and stepped inside. There was a long staircase leading up which I ascended slowly feeling my hesititation building. As I got to the top, I came to a teller sitting behind a window next to a closed door on her phone. “$21 please.” he said boredom creeping around his voice. I quickly paid and stepped through the door, accepting a towel, combination to a locker, and a condom from the teller. I walked into the locker room, and quickly undressed. There were a couple of men hanging around, one completely naked and my eyes went to his semi erect cock. It looked to be around 7 inches, thick, and uncut. I wanted to go over there and suck it, but was nervous and decided to do some exploring first. The place was quite busy, and I could hear the sounds of sex coming from doorways as I walked down the hallway. Quick glances inside would show guys bent over getting pounded by other men, and their moans created a chorus as I walked past. This was really happening, I was in a bath house surrounded by gay men, and I was only wearing a towel. My cock already started to get hard in nervous anticipation. I could start to feel eyes upon me, and I swallowed my nervousness hoping I didn’t stand out like a sore thumb. I entered a main room full of men talking, it looked like a social area and I wondered how to break the ice. I have never been to this club, but judging from this crowd, tonight’s party seemed to have a large turn out. I started to turn towards the bar when saw a cock sticking out of the wall in an adjacent hallway full of guys. It was a big cut cock sticking out of a gloryhole awaiting attention, and now I couldn’t resist myself. I walked over, knelt down, took it into my mouth, and started sucking it eagerly. I rolled my tongue around its head before relaxing my throat and taking as much of it as I could before gagging. I coughed a little and refocussed on its head, sucking its tip feeling the owner flinch at the sensation. This was the first cock I had ever sucked and I started stroking as I knew I liked it while my mouth focused on its head. Suddenly I felt hands on the back of my head pushing me deeper onto the cock and I fought the urge to gag. The cock started thrusting down my throat, and I was held in place by whoever was behind me. Soon I could hear the guy grunt on the other side of the wall and his cock swelled in my mouth. He thrust it forward and started pouring cum straight down the back of my throat. I had only tasted my own cum before, and this man’s was no different. A slightly salty and coppery taste, but delicious nonetheless. Mercifully the hands left the back of my head and I was able to back away from the gloryhole, slipping the cock out of my mouth feeling it drain cum in my mouth as I withdrew. “You’re a good little cocksucker aren’t you?” a guy said walking up to me and jerking his cock. My first taste to cum made me want it even more, and I could feel my cock straining beneath my towel. I opened my mouth showing him the cum left in my mouth before swallowing it, “I do want more.” I informed him. His answer was to take me by the back of the head and feed his cock into my mouth. I let him face fuck me till I put my hand on his shaft and start stroking him and swirling my tongue over its tip. Another guy came up to my left presenting his cock, and I took it in my other hand while I continued to suck the first man. I alternated my mouth to the newcomer’s cock and felt someone pull my towel away, and a finger started probing my ass. I obediently spread my legs and came up of my knees presenting my hole to the stranger, and he massaged it while pushing against my sphincter causing a little bit of pain. “You’re tight.” came his voice from behind me. I took a cock out of my mouth long enough to mumble back, “I’ve never been fucked before.” “Virgin bottom?” the guy who’s dick I was sucking on asked, “I take it you’re here to change that?” “Mmm hmm...” I said around his cock in my mouth as butterflies started to form in my stomach. “Lets go then.” he said and he took his cock out of my mouth and started walking further down the hallway. I followed him, weaving around the gathered men, and nervously stared at his nude backside suddenly realizing I had left my condom back at the gloryhole. It didnt look like he had one either, and I suddenly felt certain he was planning on not wearing one. Holy fuck this was risky, but my nervousness was also lined with anticipation, I wanted this bad, and I stayed close to him as he turned a corner and opened a door. He led me into a room that had a bed in the corner and a sex swing in the middle. He started to push me towards the bed before stopping. “You wanna try the swing tonight?” I felt a quiver of fear move up my spine. Random men, complete strangers, was this what I truly wanted? If he put me in the swing more men might fuck me, and my mind went to one of the many gay porn videos I had watched. The good little bottom in the swing, the top who’s fucking him, I had jerked off imagining myself in this exact position, and right now the rush I was pulling me past the point of reason. Whatever would speed his cock inside of me was okay with me. “Sure.” I replied after a few seconds’ pause. “Okay lets put you in then.” It was a little awkward at first, but soon I was lying back in a swing with my feet up and my ass presented. He tied my hands to my feet which concerned me but soon I stopped caring after he knelt down front of me and started licking my asshole. The sensation of his tongue rimming me was amazing, and slowly but surely he was able to squeeze one, then two fingers inside around his tongue’s attention. I could see him jerking his cock and soon it was rock hard. He took some lube and smeared it on my ass and his cock before probing my hole with its head. And then it happened, with no condom on, and no protest from me, a stranger slid his bare cock into my ass. I could feel a bit of pain as my hole fought its entry, but little by little I could feel it slide in with each push he made. Soon though the pain started to subside and I felt my asshole relax. He started to fuck me deeper and deeper, the swing providing no resistance to his thrusts. Involuntary gasps, grunts, and moans started escaping my lips as I could feel his cock invading me. I decided to squeeze his cock with my sphicter, and he grunted in respnonse and started to pound into me harder. The sensations I could feel were amazing, and and were heightened even more so by seeing his bare cock thrusting into me. It felt so wrong, and [banned word], and i was revelled in the debauchery. I didn’t even know this guy’s name who was fucking me right now, yet I wanted to feel his cock erupt in my ass. By his pace he was close, so I moaned out. “Cum in my ass, breed my fucking hole.” He grunted through clenched teeth and thrust all the way inside of me. I could feel his body tense and suddenly an intense warmth started flooding my bowels. I could feel his cock spasming and I moaned in pure ecstasy, revelling in as much sensation as I could. I felt so full and sated, and the warmth seemed to course through my whole ass. I had my eyes closed when I felt him pull his softening cock out of me and I was about to say something to him when suddenly I felt a different pair if hands grab my legs and a narrower and smaller cock slid into my cum leaking hole. I opened my eyes and saw that a skinny guy with tattoos and pierced nipples was now fucking me. I looked around and realized the room was suddenly filling with guys. An orgy of sorts was breaking out on the bed across the room, but it looked like the sex swing was soon the main attraction as I saw guys watching stroking their cocks. I couldn’t believe how distracted I had been but I guess my moans had garnished attention from the hallway through the open door. Suddenly a cock was thrust into my mouth and I knew I was about to be the cumdump I had seen in many gay porn videos. I knew I had made a mistake, but I was also pretty helpless to stop what was coming. I had let the first man bound my hands, and there was nothing to stop all these men from fucking me. I was terrified, but I couldn’t deny I was thrilled at the same time. That sense of freedom I had felt before watching that pozzing video flooded back into me. There will be a later, but right now the reckless act I was partaking in was unbelievably hot. I moaned and closed my eyes focussing on the cock that was in my mouth and not the big group of men who were about to have their way with me. Soon enough I heard the tattooed guy grunt and thrust forward and shoot his load into me too. I couldn’t feel his cum spraying my bowels that time, but I could definitely feel how much was now inside my ass. A guy I had been sucking took his place at my hole, and another cock replaced him at my mouth. He was a muscular white jock with a big dick and he was jerking his cock furiously. He came up to my hole and started to shoot his load all over it before pushing his erupting cock inside and fucking me. I could feel his cock spasming during his thrusts, and when he pulled out he walked back to me and made me suck his cock again rubbing its juices across the other two cocks already at my mouth. It seemed to be completely drenched in cum, and I could barely taste any trace of my ass as I cleaned all 3 cocks with my tongue. When the next man replaced him, a heavyset man wearing a wedding band, he was able to slide his medium sized cock in without any real resistance. He fucked me in fast strokes, his hairy belly rubbing on my cock with each thrust. He was breathing hard by the time he buried his splurting cock in my ass, and called he called me a ‘dirty little cum slut’ as he emptied his balls. What had diverted most of my attention during that time though was the cock that had been thrust in my face. I had tried and failed to deepthroat it, and I felt a fair amount of apprehension when it left my mouth after the married man had finished cumming in my ass. It was attached to a large muscular black man, and it had to be over 10 inches uncut and thick. He lined up with my hole and without remorse or concern grabbed my thighs and buried his elephant cock in my ass. I cried out as it felt like I was being ripped apart inside, and he fucked me harder and more brutal with each thrust he made. The pain suddenly turned to incredible pleasure when he changed his angle, and his cock started hitting a spot deep in my ass causing my moans to exho throughout the room. All the attention I had been giving to the cocks in my face ended, and I could only spasm in ecstasy while being impaled on this monster cock. He started making loud grunting noises with each thrust he made, and his cock kept hitting that area creating a pressure deep in my ass that I could feel reaching towards a climax. Soon it became more than I could take, and I moaned loudly, eyes bulging wide as I felt my body release. Soon my cock started spewing cum all over my stomach and in my throes my ass squeezed his cock, which felt like it was all the way up into my throat. His he started to pound me harder, viciously ramming his cock in my ass before grunting loudly and flooding his cum inside me. It felt like forever that he kept pumping into me before he was sated, afterwhich he ripped his cock out of my stretched and abused hole and turned around. Dazed, I stared blankly at his muscled back as he walked out of the room, and I could feel a thick wad of cum leak out of my ass and drop onto the floor. My body, still reeling from his monster cock, was given a reprieve when the next man left my mouth and thrust his skinny cock into my ass. It almost didnt register but slowly I felt my hole constricting to this new cock size and my mind could focus on my surroundings again. More men seemed to be coming in and checking out this room, and stealing glances when I could at the bed, it seemed there was another very vocal bottom who was also collecting loads that night too. My view though was quickly obscured when another cock was thrust into my face awaiting my attention. I closed my eyes and emptied my head of thoughts, and time started to blur. For the next half hour or so I lost count of the number of loads I took, but soon I offered no resistance and was simply a hole for the men to blow their loads into. I would stare blankly at the guy attached to the next cock fucking me and I’d clench my sphicter randomly which seemed to always make them cum faster. I was still enjoying each load I took, but this was turning into a marathon and I wanted to do anything to shorten the line of cocks still waiting their turn. Finally, after I was covered in sweat, and almost shaking, the last man pulled his spent cock from my mouth and his load pooled on my tongue. After all the cocks that night, cum had lost its taste, and I swallowed it almost on reflex. I closed my eyes enjoying the break I had earned, and remained motionless as I listened to the man walk out the door. My head was buzzing and my ass felt swollen and sore. I did a test push with my sphincter and felt more cum leak out of it. How many loads did I take? I honestly couldn’t remember. Once the dizziness subsided, I looked around. I was still in the swing and pondering how to get out when I saw another man enter and close the door behind him. He was a tall, skinny man in his late 40s or so, and he grabbed my head and stuck his pierced cock into my mouth. I sucked it feeling it start to grow to its full 7 inches and marvelled at how thick of a gauge his PA was as my tongue explored it. It was a big metal barbell with a sharp pointed head on it, and I could feel it rub heavily on my tongue as he throat fucked me. My eyes however were drawn to something on his stomach below his naval; I could see he had a biohazard tattoo. He took his cock out of my mouth and walked around inspecting all the of cum that had accumulated on the dark floor under my presented asshole. “Well isn’t this an interesting scenario?” He smirked, jerking his cock. “you couldn’t stop me if you wanted to.” Hanging in the swing with my legs in the air and my hands tied, I didn’t seem to be in a position to argue. “You’re POZ.” I said more to myself than to him. “Think I’m the first one?” he asked “But yes I’m highly virulent.” ”What does that mean?” ”It means take I take no meds, my seed is as toxic as they come.” He almost boasted I shuddered, reality setting in. This was that one video I had jerked off to incarnated, and that same feeling of curiosity returned. If what he said was true anyways, I may already had been fucked by someone else who had HIV, but this was affirmation with someone who revelled in the fact. It terrified me, but still I felt my cock twitch. This was a, ‘left turn down a dead end alley at 90 miles an hour‘ move, but somehow I couldn’t deny, that at this very moment, I wanted it. To get fucked by such a man was insanity, yet despite my best judgment, I felt like I was already past the precipice. His cock seemed like the abyss, and I was already inside, so what was the point of stopping now? Christ what was I saying, this is insane! The whole situation was already surreal, I had been fucked already by so many random strangers, I had to admit I was already past the brink. And now, if I took his poz load, I’d never feel such a rush again in my life. “.....Okay.” I said in a quiet voice. ”You’re sure?” He asked “Yes.” I said eyeing the tattoo. “Then get me hard again then you little slut.” He said putting his cock back in my mouth. I sucked it and I felt a sense of fear hit me as I felt his cock stiffen fully in my mouth. His thick piercing made me think about its sharp head inside me and what damage it could do. This was insane, and I felt a quiver of fear when he pulled out of my mouth walked around and pointed his bare cock at my hole. It was at that point I changed my mind, holy fuck theres no way, and I opened my mouth to tell him to stop. My words however died on my tongue when I cried out instead from the intense pain of his piercing sliding into my ass. The sensation I felt made me think of that big black bull who felt like he tore me up inside; this guy’s cock, though smaller, was on fire. I could feel his piercing acutely spreading the burning up my ass with each stroke he made before mercifully I felt his balls slap my ass as he bottomed out. He began fucking me in short fast strokes and the pain thankfully subsided to a dull ache as he built a rhythm. A part of me was screaming inside, but I knew it was far too late to go back now. I watched in morbid curiousity as his cock slid in and out of my ass, and his tattoo flexed with his thrusts. I felt his rhythm increase and I saw the same expression on his face I had seen on many men’s faces that night as they approached their climax. A rush of euphoria hit me and suddenly a sense of recklessness asended. I found myself clenching my ass despite the pain it caused. I wanted it, fuck the consequences, I wanted him to shoot his dirty seed inside me. I never felt so raw in my life, and I moaned as I felt his cock swell. My ass felt like it was on fire, his piercing tearing me up inside, but all I could think of was the load I wanted to take. “Oh fuck... oh please, cum inside me.” I moaned out. ”You want it don’t you, you want my load of HIV.” He mocked as he rammed his cock harder sending a juddering of pain from his piercing. ”Yes give it to me, I want it deep.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying, every nerve ending was on fire, my brain was euphoric, I couldn’t even register what I was saying, I just wanted him to shoot his dirty seed in me, my whole body was tensed in anticipation. He buried his cock, I gritted my teeth against the fresh searing of pain as his piercing dug into my flesh. “Take that poz cum faggot!!” I moaned as I felt his cock erupt deep in my ass. Despite all the other loads in there, I could feel his first volley shoot into me. It seemed to burn into my bowels and I let out a startled gasp at the sensation. I stared transfixed at his biohazard tattoo on his stomach in mute horror at what was getting fucked into me; this was no video, there was no actors, this was real life, and a guy with HIV was breeding my ass. I could feel my body quiver in reaction to every thrust he made, and the sting of his poisonous cum I could still feel shooting into me. I moaned as he slowly pulled out after he finished grunting, and he squeezed his cock, milking every last drop into my ass while he withdrew. I could feel his piercing raking its way out of my ravaged asshole, and it was throbbing when it finally left. I felt a twinge of guilt and horror as my whole ass felt corrupted, and I could see blood stains were left on the white towel he used to clean himself up afterwards. He left without offering another word other than a parting “Enjoy” as he walked out the door... Two more guys emptied their loads into me by the time one was nice enough to help me off the swing. I didn’t say anything to them about that POZ load I took before, and my brain morbidly wanted more cum to somehow dilute it. I hit the showers and washed every part of my body. I could feel cum rolling down my leg and I tried to push out as much as possible. Man did my ass hurt, and I needed to go home and away from this place. I left, got into my car, and drove back towards my house and reality. It’s been a couple weeks since the bathhouse, and I actually decided to write this while taking a few days off work. Wasn’t feeling too well this morning, bit of a flu seems like…

Was talking online to this Indian guy who asked if I liked groups and wanted me to come by while he was working yesterday to get fucked. Wanting to get in some fun before it was supposed to snowstorm in Atlanta today, I said yes. I headed over right at noon per his request to what I found was a small cleaners in a neighborhood shopping strip. I had some shirts that needed laundered so I entered the store with them not sure if I was in the right place or not. I got my laundry ticket and then the guy behind the counter smiled and rubbed his crotch to let me know I was in the right spot. He wasted no time turning off the counter lights and locking the front door as he guided me into the back. I was surprised to find two other employees in the back area with their pants down showing hard uncut cocks. I quickly stripped and got on my knees and sucked both hard cocks as I felt lube being applied to my ass from the third. They wasted no time alternating fucking my mouth and ass for the next hour eventually turning me on my back with my legs in the air getting pounded for over an hour til all three had dumped loads in my ass and left me to clean myself up as they secured the business. I reached in my pocket for the laundry receipt knowing I would be back soon...

i often find what, to me, are heteronormative ideas (often with religious underpinnings) on gay guys profiles on dating or even hook up sites. Starting this thread as a place to discuss the topic and identify notions that may influence or infiltrate the gay community. That's not to say all hetero notions, standards, ideas are bad (or good), but to put them out in the open for scrutiny and discussion. One of those notions i assign to dominant hetero/religious culture is the notion that sex, sexuality, and body parts are dirty or should only be exposed or practiced under restricted standards. E.g., i cannot count the number of profiles i have seen on gay dating sites where someone explicitly states that they don't want to see cock or ass pics. That's fine with me if it's just a personal thing, but what gets me is the superior aire that often accompanies such a declaration, as if they are above all that. As though they are not going to soil themselves with such practices, and those who do are beneath their consideration. A close companion to the pic standard is guys who don't want to take about sex on a dating or hook up site. Again, if it's just their personal thing, fine. But more often than not, there's an accompanying lecture about how 'shallow' guys are who want or discuss sex. What are some of those standards that others have run into that seemingly fly under the radar, or are out in the open, that we just seem to adopt from the dominant culture we grew up in, but may not reflect who and how we are?

a homeless guy under a bridge exposed himself to me while i was jogging......his uncut cock was just hanging there with drops cumming from his foreskin....he motioned me closer and i will admit i was unable to stop looking at his cock....he turned me around pulling down my jogging shorts....the next thing i feel is his wet cock going in my hole....fucking me till he unloaded....then he just left....i pulled my shorts up and continued my run leaking as i ran....cum running down my legs

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Twelve paragraphs of some of the most sincere, reflective, incisive, responsible, intellectual work I've read on BZ. Yes, it does appear that English may not be his first language,, but his words bear a couple of careful read-throughs. Kudos, Baretop4ever. Thanks for the excellent sharing of your thoughts and perceptions. You really do get it !!!

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This is the cultural thing I've been going on about. Think for a minute - what could possibly be more "masculine" than bending over for another man's Cock? It may not be the most "butch" (sinking into today's common vernacular) thing to do, but then it very well may be. I don't think of the guys I fuck as "feminine" - if I did, I wouldn't fuck them. Even if they're on the not on the "butch" side of things, I don't think of them as feminine. To me, girls/women that act silly, think they've got gold between their smooth little legs, make brainless small talk, giggle when they get some guy to engage, are "feminine". This is the kind of thing, thrust upon our consciousness by O.R., followed by cultural biases, that has been drummed into our minds for millennia. Well, a bit off this topic - my apologies. To the posted issue, pics of guys online don't mean much at all. They're only a snapshot of a moment in time, and may or may not reflect who the guy really is. The point is, don't take the pics too seriously.

There's something sweet about this whimpering, furry bottom, mostly sounds of ecstacy. Camera jumps around but ends up with a nice deep internal breeding. Love to get it this way in the woods, dunes, desert, etc. Oink! [think before following links] https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ph57c2a32080ad8

2. The Perfect Slave Jesse’s reading a book on a chaise lounge by the pool, but he keeps losing his place. The shirtless pool man—most definitely a man, not a pool boy—glances his way a couple of times from the far end of the pool. This guy has to be, Jesse thinks, one of the most ruggedly handsome men he’s ever seen, even from this distance. Slim waist, washboard abs, broad shoulders, longish sun-lightened brown hair, scruffy beard with a full mustache and hairy sideburns, and chest hair that aches to have a hand run through it. He’s mister fantasy cowboy in gym short instead of chaps. No, more like one of those perfect guys in magazine ads for expensive watches or name-brand colognes—water beaded on sculpted pecs—pictures he jerked off to back in his Long Island bedroom. The pool man squats holding his pH testing tubes up to the sun, his lats glisten with sweat, a tuft of black hair under his arm, muscular butt fills out his black gym shorts, thighs taut in a crouch, calves flexed, extra-large bare feet. Satisfied with the pH levels, he dumps the tube's liquid on the deck. He snaps up his kit and returns it to the shed where vacuum hoses, chlorine canisters, and other paraphernalia of his trade are kept. Jesse shoves his face back in his book searching for where he left off. Absently he runs a hand over his newly-buzzed scalp. He’s totally caught off guard when the pool man calls over to him, “Hey, Cue-ball, what’cha readin’?” The pool man closes the shed doors and saunters around the pool in a stride that conveys supreme confidence. An unmistakable oscillation in his gym shorts leaves no question as to why he’s so confident. He sits on the edge of the adjoining chaise across from Jesse, folds his hands in front of him, elbows on knees leaning forward, the bare tip of foreskin peeking out from a leg of his loose silk shorts. “Looks dirty.” Jesse feels his face flush as he again runs his hand self-consciously over his shaved head (a late night inspiration of Mr. McPherson's, reluctantly agreed to by him before he was allowed to go off to his quarters). In a way the buzz cut gives him a feeling of renewal, but he’s still getting used to it. Jesse flips the book around and inspects the two Tom of Finland men fucking on the cover. Trying to sound casual, he reads aloud the title: "The Perfect Slave." “’Hah!” croaks the man. “Mac gave you a manual?” “I dunno. It was in my room," Jesse says, squinting into the sun. "I think it's just a made-up story.” He only now notices some disturbing welts on the man’s wide shoulders he hadn't seen from far away. “All the books in my room are about slaves and masters and junk. Some of them are really nasty, but this one not so much.” Jesse feels the man studying him. His dark olive eyes land on Jesse’s underwear. Shading his brow, curious to get a better look at the man, he sits up on the chaise and asks, “Is 'Mac' Mr. McPherson?” “Mac is what me and Tommy call him, yeah." He reaches out to shake hands. His big mitt fully engulfs Jesse's small paw. "I'm Eros." His grip is really strong, leaving Jesse’s hand a little sore. “Don’t tell anyone," he whispers conspiratorially, "but my name’s really Eric, but Mac and Dante had other ideas. So Eros it is! Me and Tommy are in the shack down by the walkway.” “I’m Jesse. But Cue-ball sounds about right,” Jesse says, grinning. “Yeah, I seen the shack. Looks small for two guys.” “S’okay. Works for me and Mr. T—Tommy. T does the gardening, I do the pool. Sometimes we do Mac and Dante. Sometimes they do us,” Eros explains with a broad smile. He’s taken aback by something else he didn’t see from far away: Eros has a few missing teeth. He assumes with his flawless frame and face he'd be perfect—Jesse scans his furry six-pack abs, his cut arms and legs, his brown hair he’s putting into a ponytail—but up close he can pick out minor oddities: a bruise under an eye, the nervous clenching and unclenching of his jaw, two grisly scars along his right wrist, more than a few nasty purple bruises inside the crook of his arms and a nasty one on his ankle. “So what’s Mac’s book teaching you about being a perfect slave?” Eros asks, nodding at the book. “It's just a dumb story. Um, I haven’t read that much." "What's it about?" Eros leans back, his black armpit hair sticks out, glistening with sweat from the earlier pool vacuuming. Jesse bets this man doesn’t trim anything. "So far? I guess it’s about these two guys who meet this older master, and one of them gets scared and runs off. But in a couple of months, because he didn't hear from his friend, the guy who ran off gets worried and goes back to the master’s house and sees the master has trained his friend to be like the perfect slave." Eros looks at him intensely, like no one has ever looked at him before. It makes him nervous and he begins chattering faster. "Like, I don't know, like he didn’t even know his friend anymore. Like his friend was completely buff now, and, like, worked out every minute and had this totally shredded body, but he isn’t all there.” Jesse taps his temple. He sees that Eros is looking up at Mr. McPherson's window. “That’s as far as I....” his voice trails off. “Sounds oddly familiar,” Eros says, distracted. Jesse looks up and sees Mr. McPherson opening the balcony door—naked, per usual, he’s come to realize. “Jesse," he calls down. "You ought to put on a cap. There should be several in your closet. And Eros, tell Tommy there’s a shipment of plants I want him to pick up at the dock.” “Aye-aye, Cap'n,” Eros calls back up to him. “I’ll let him know.” Mr. McPherson thanks him, gives him a mock salute, and goes back inside. Eros looks sideways at Jesse, and flashes a provocative wink. “Your shoulders are getting a little red, my man. I have sunscreen in my shack. Come over and I’ll do your shoulders. You're back could probably use some too.” Jesse grins, replies, “Aye-aye, Eros.” He likes that Eros doesn’t even ask if he wants him to put sunscreen on him, just assumes he would. He guessed right. Eros leaves by the side gate and Jesse goes in his studio to look for a hat. He opens his closet and, sure enough, several caps line the top shelf. He picks up a black leather one, tries it on and, in the full length mirror on the back of the door, likes what he see: a guy he imagines looks a little tough, with kind of a butch air that Eros might like. It’s certainly better than his stupid lightbulb head. Satisfied, he comes back outside into the bright sunlight, exits through the same gate Eros used, and bounds down the shady walkway. It’s cool under the canopy of trees. Waves brake softly on the other side of the dunes. A chorus of chickadees and wrens peep and chirp from the branches above him. He passes a trickling fountain set in the middle of a koi pond on his right, close to the house. In the dark water fat speckled gold and ruby red carp swim, burbling up their large mouths to the surface before plunging down into the green mossy depths. Following the walkway downhill, a faded pink shack lies on his left before the walkway veers off to the boat dock. In front of the house, Eros chats with a slim blond guy. This presumably is Tommy. Smaller than Eros but definitely defined, the guy has a scraggly beard and is clipping low branches off a large oak as they talk. He’s in ripped denim cutoffs, work boots, no shirt, and is covered in tattoos from ankles to neck. He stops mid-snip when he sees Jesse. “Cue-ball,” Eros hollers at him. “Come meet T.” Jesse approaches tentatively. There’s something sketchy in the way T’s eyeing him. He’s staring at Jesse’s underwear for starters and that makes him suddenly self-conscious. The guy’s blond hair is stringy, long and unkempt like he never met a comb. There doesn’t look like there’s an inch of skin not covered on his chest and arms. As he approaches he notices not even a single finger is without some kind of mark or symbol on it. Across his chest and arms, skulls, top-hatted skeletons, names and words, and a lot of angry animals vie for room on his torso: a roaring lion, a panthers with bloody claws that cling to his ribs, a growling wolf, a snapping shark, a gnarly octopus reaches his tentacles into his cutoffs. Some are poorly drawn, kind of amateurish, some unfinished, like an eight ball on his neck seems to have been abandoned half-way through. One tattoo, however, has Jesse mesmerized: a realistically drawn twelve-inch wooden ruler, one exactly like he'd had in St. Teresa’s Catholic school, one he’d gotten his knuckles rapped more than once for talking back to Sister Helena. It’s accurate right down to the yellow-brown wood grain, with numbered markings down the side notched by eighths of an inch. It travels from the T’s wrist to the crook of his arm. “Like what you see, friend?” Tommy asks, sneering at Jesse whose mouth gapes like one of the carp in the pond. The guy pulls out a pack of Marlboros and lights up. “He sure is a biddy one, in’t he?” he remarks to Eros. “He Mac’s new chew toy?” He blows out the match and flicked it toward Jesse. "You the new chew toy, boy?" “Suppose he is. But he looks right size to me. A pretty pup—” Eros plucks the smoke from Tommy’s mouth, takes a drag and returns it, playfully cuffing Tommy’s chin. “And that’s a fact. Don’t mind him, Cue-ball. He was raised by a pack of wolves so don’t know no better. Takes him a while to warm up, but he eventually does. You just have to scratch his belly.” Eros overpowers T, surprising him, wrapping his arm around his waist and tickles his ribs. Tommy’s doesn’t seem like someone prone laughter and hates it when Eros does this. He tries to feign anger but enjoys Eros' riling nonetheless, shouting, "The fuck off me, motherfucker," pushing Eros away forcefully enough to send the big guy to his butt into the ground ivy. "Asshole," he says, trying to regain his composure while suppressing a smirk. He pushes back his hair and manages to regain his initial scowl, which appears to be his go-to expression. Jesse notices, though, against this tough guy shell, his alert blue eyes, wide smile forced out by Eros, his button nose and apple cheeks, his features fight the supposed gruff guy exterior. Without the tats, scowl and maybe a haircut, he could be the boy next door, the one that dated your sister but snuck into your room late at night and fucked you silly. Where’d that idea come from, Jesse wonders? It’s from the book, it dawns on him, the character that ran away. Weird. Still, it doesn’t make him like Tommy any better. He’s nobody’s chew toy. Tommy feels Jesse staring at him, probably judging him. He spits out, “So Mac fuck you like you never been fucked before, am I right?” Somehow, even after wrestling with Eros, he manages to keep his cigarette parked in the side of his mouth. He coolly takes a draw and calmly exhales with popping smoke rings. Jesse stiffens his lower lip not wanting to respond. Tommy leans his clippers against the tree, saying, “That’s what I thought. Your bow legs give you away.” He turns to Eros who glares at him from the ground. “Tell Mac I’ll bring the plants back in the golf cart." “Sure thing, Oscar,” Eros says, getting up and brushing dirt off his butt. “What you say to me?” Tommy snarls at Eros. Eros rises to his full height, towering over Tommy. “I said, sure thing…Oscar.” The two stare each other down, frozen like statues. Finally, Tommy flicks his cigarette into Eros’ chest and then leaps onto the walkway. As he disappears behind an overgrown thicket of blackberries, he yells back to Jesse, "Awesome cap." Eros brushed off the remaining dirt. “Well, that's T to a T." “Why’d he get so pissed when you called him Oscar?” "Oscar who lived in a garbage can? Well, when I first met T he was living out of a dumpster. Well, he didn't actually live in the dumpster, exactly.” Eros thinks about it for a second. “But pretty much. He don’t like being reminded of those days." Eros looks off in the direction of the dock. "Believe me, he's not always a dick, even if he seems like one.” He hops up on the walkway pulling Jesse up after him. “If you say so.” They follow an offshoot from the main walkway to the shack. “No, really. He’s a good guy. We've been together a long time,” Eros says, searching his pockets and pulling out a key. “How long?” “Dunno. Long time.” Eros seems cagey about the subject. “See, I want to be a tattoo artist. Not much use for a pool guy in winter, right? And I don't wanna be stuck here forever. T's been letting me practice on him. Gives me an idea and I go on Mac's computer and find a stencil." He unlocks the door and stops in the doorway. "Maybe you let me practice on you sometime.” “Maybe,” Jesse returns, noncommittally. Eros motions for Jesse to come in. “Lasciate ogne speranza!” he melodramatically recites. To Jesse’s ear it’s such incredibly bad Italian he barks out a laugh, but quickly returns in equally feigned seriousness, “Voi ch’intrate,” as he goes through the door. “Say what?” Eros snorts, confused but somewhat miffed at Jesse's suspected snub in what sounded like pretty authentic Italian. He doesn’t like not having the upper hand. “It’s the rest of the line from The Inferno, ‘Abandon all hope…ye who enter here’,” Jesse explains. “The nuns loved to scare us with all that nine circles of hell crap. And my grandpa…when I was little, he lived with us—never spoke one word of English—it was one of the only books he brought over with him. He use to read it to me. I remember crying one time cause he got so carried away with the devil part. He distracted me by having us watch some wrestling match. Became our Friday ritual." Jesse glances at Eros. “Bruno Sammartino, God he loved him. You look like him a little. If you had a bigger nose.” He’s rambling because, whether he knows it or not, he’s so goddamn envious of what he see looking around the shack. "It’s not exactly what I expected hell to look like,” he says, trying to make a joke of it. The shack’s small, but a perfect breeze flows through the many windows. The forest might as well be part of the room. Dappled light plays across the lacquered floorboards. A worn wooden counter runs along one wall, next to a sink with a little round mirror hanging on a string, a mini-fridge and a hot plate. Across from the counter a gray futon lies on the floor, a beat-up dresser next to it. “Funny. Hmm. I still haven’t met him yet. Dante,” Jesse remarks, absorbing the life he feels in here. “Didn’t know there was a second line.” Eros’ face has clouded over, like a rainstorm approaching. “That’s all Dante said when he showed me the place the first time. Lasciate ogne speranza.” Paraphernalia’s strewn on the dresser includes a packet of cigarettes, a glass pipe in a ceramic ashtray, lighter, several cellophane baggies of white powder, and a dozen or so orange capped syringes. Eros notes Jesse freeze when he sees the needles. "Thought T had cleaned up," he says. Jesse feels the weight of Eros staring at him again. A tense silence shrouds the room since he’d spied the syringes. Jesse instinctively goes to the opposite corner of the room to examine some pornographic stencils thumbtacked to the closet door. “Yeah, maybe you could do that—give me a tattoo. Like, two stars maybe, here and here," he says, pointing to his hip bones. "I always seen that on porn guys—not that I think I’m a porn guy.” Studiously he examines a stencil of a very phallic looking snake. “Not really me. Awhile back I got a fish tattooed on my ankle. Cause I’m Pisces.” He angles his foot to show Eros, who’s cooling looking at him. Jesse points to the scorpion tattoo on the back of Eros’ hand. “You’re Scorpio, right? I bet that hurt, tattoo on bones and all.” Eros keeps quietly staring at him. "Pisces and Scorpies get along real good," he babbles, suddenly hearing what an idiot he sounds like. He becomes quiet waiting for Eros to say something. One of the bamboo blinds catches a breeze, and unrolls with a snap against the windowsill. Jesse winces. Eros goes over and ties back up the blind. “The scorpion means something else.” Eros seems about to add more, but changes his mind. The earlier mood has been deflating by the second since they entered. Jesse's shoulders begin to sag. Eros tells him, “Sit or lay down and I’ll do your shoulders, so you can get back to your slave book.” Jesse think for a second about just leaving—about crying, actually—but instead kneels onto the futon and then lays down. Eros pauses, then asks, "You want skivvies on or off?” Without a second’s thought, Jesse pulls off his underwear. He hears Eros above him hold his breath before suddenly bursting into a fit of laughter. “Fuckin’ A, boy! That is the whitest ass I’ve ever seen!” Eros can’t help himself now. He’s escalated to braying! “C’mon, you’re blinding me, kid! Where’s my fuckin’ sunglasses?” Fucking donkey, Jesse thinks, but keeps it to himself. Eros remains genuinely committed to ridicule. The longer it goes on the more Jesse can’t help but start to break down his defensiveness. It's probably more relief than belief that his white ass is as hysterical as Eros’ guffaws make it out. But still it makes him titter at Eros under his armpit. In return the pool man he'd met back on the chaise returns an expansive, tooth-gapped grin. It’s funny and stupid and meaningless all at the same time. Eros plops on the futon to his left and draws an ‘S’ with the suntan lotion down his back all the way to his tailbone. Eros gives out a few last blurts, but he’s getting into his task. The boy’s smooth back and bubble butt, white as it is, also helps. A little cold dribble trails from Jesse’s coccyx into his crack. Eros massages the lotion over Jesse's back, kneading his shoulder with a firm grip. Jesse melts into the futon. The strong musk of two men wafts up from the pillow. He tries to ignore it as best he can lest he spring an immediate boner. Eros forcefully applies pressure over his back and slides greasy hands along the sides of his ribcage. “Fuck, Eros, you’re great at this,” he says. He’s beginning to feel like putty in the rugged man’s hands—which kind of is the plan of him coming to the shack, well, before he’d encountered Tommy. “Folks say I’m the best." Eros grazes his hairy chest over Jesse’s back with the excuse of rubbing lotion on Jesse’s extended right arm. "And not just putting on sunscreen,” he brags shamelessly. He glides slippery lotion around each of Jesse’s butt cheeks, then draws a line down each of his legs, rubbing it in and around the sides of his thighs. “Your legs are so smooth. Mac shave you last night?” he asks softly, massaging his left calve, then running his palm inside his thigh stopping as he brushes Jesse’s taint. Between the smell of Eros and Tommy buried in the pillow and Eros’ increasing erotic touch, Jesse feels an inevitable erection coming on. He shifts his hips for a second to free his hardening dick, but the move coincides with Eros’ gliding his fingers close enough to Jesse’s crack that it causes a slight detour. Eros’ pinky and ring fingers slip easily inside Jesse’s sloppy butthole. The boy can’t help but yelp in instant surprise overlapping with pleasure. Eros smiles to himself and keeps massaging, as if spreading lotion always involved sticking fingers up someone’s ass. “You’re lucky,” Eros says, not losing a beat. He puts his full weight into Jesse's thighs, wrapping his hand under to massage the top side of his leg along with the back. Jesse’s smooth balls get their share of Eros’ furry fingers grazing his testicles. “Hair’s always getting caught up wherever, when I’m getting greased." His hands slip under both sides of Jesse's pelvis. Then, in an opposite motion, Eros presses down with the heels of his hands pulling Jesse’s ass cheeks apart. "Your hole is smooth, too, I bet,” Eros says, examining his sphincter. A dollop of spit drools onto the hole and then a finger follows up. “Yep. You’ll never need to shave that pretty bung hole. That's an A-1 puckerer if even I saw one. And that’s no lie.” Jesse doesn’t know how to respond, but knows he doesn’t want Eros to stop. “Thank you?” Jesse weakly proposes in his state of arousal. Eros released another string of spit collecting in the crevice. “Mmm,” Jesse murmurs. Giving into desire, he pushes out his ring so it opens slightly. Eros uses his finger to swirl his saliva around the small opening. Like an undulating worm, his index finger crawls inside the entrance, eliciting a deep moan from Jesse. Eros licks his other fingers, and slides his full palm inside. Once he feels Jesse accepts his hand, he rocks in and out. “You like that, baby?” Jesse groans a deep, gratifying affirmative. With Jesse’s hole submitting, Eros tries a couple of fingers from his other hand. Now six fingers occupy Jesse’s hole. Jesse can’t help but grunt as Eros pulls open his ring from side to side, massaging both inside and outside the hole. Eros lets drop another large dollop of spit that seeps down into the gaped opening. Jesse whimpers as Eros has three fingers from each hand now pulling his sphincter apart. Eros rocks his fingers in and out, pulling the interior walls in opposite directions. He lowers himself just above the boy’s ear, “How’s that for you? You want me to keep going?” “Yesssss,” Jesse wheezes, pressing his ass up into Eros’ expert hands. “Fuck, Eros, Mr. McPherson gave you the right name.” Eros withdraws one hand and with his other adds his pinky finger into Jesse's open butt, immediately following up with the whole palm of his other hand. “Two hands, eight fingers, kiddo. Mac really opened you up nicely. Your hole is really hungry, isn’t it, baby?” Jesse affirms, mm-hm. “Did he fist you?” “No. But I've always fantasized about it.” The shack is quiet for some time as Eros feels inside Jesse's body, pulling his ass apart, spying deep into his colon. With his face smooshed into the bed, Jesse confesses, "I seen a lot of fisting on the internet and I always wanted to be a guy that rides a fist." "From my experience, it's mostly a psychological barrier." Eros’ palms turn one way then the other, causing all kinds of grunts to erupt out of Jesse. “Got my scorpie stinger fully inside you, buddy, but I don’t know if you’re ready to take a fist as big as mine. I got extremely big paws and they don’t collapse. Mac and Dante can take 'em but more than likely a first timer’s a no-go." "No. Keep going, Eros," Jesse urges, face muffled in the pillow, fully enraptured by Eros’ and Tommy’s scent, loving the sensation of this hot man inside his rectum. "Okay, I’ll go slow and you tell me if it starts to hurt.” He pulls his hand out, opening the bottom dresser drawer and gets out a can of grease. He applies a heaping amount over his hand and pushes some inside Jesse's hole. He slips two fingers back in and, with the pads of his fingers, coats the walls as far into the kid’s rectum as he’s able. He slides four fingers in fairly easily, but at the web between his finger and thumb the boy flinches. He tries again, slower this time, but Jesse recoils with a cry in the futon. "Baby, you're probably sore from last night. You might need a break." Jesse turns on his side not ashamed to show Eros' how his hand has turned him on. His rigid cock points straight up, his newly upgraded 6 gauge P.A. falls heavily to the side. “Look at you with your hard on and P.A.,” Eros chuckles, giving the ring a tug. "Maybe you can use just your dick then," Jesse suggests, helpfully. He’s never wanted a man inside him like this before. Mr. McPherson definitely opened his floodgates. The door swings open and Tommy returns home. Jesse quickly turns onto the futon burying his hard-on together with his not-well-thought-out plan. Tommy absorbs the scene, and begins washing dirt off his hands. “Hey, don’t let me stop you." He turns off the water and picks up a towel. "Awesome P.A., chew toy,” he teases, playfully smirking. Eros’ cock is tenting his shorts. He says to Tommy, “What do you think, T? My man, here, wants to take his first fist and we all know my big mitt is to too much for a newbie." “Eros!” Jesse quickly interjects, “I thought it was just you and me." "I’m hurt, kid," Tommy says, disingenuously, finishing drying his hands. “You cut me deep. Maybe all I wanna do is watch Eros rip apart a punk's fuckhole.” Jesse has his face buried in the futon. Eros sticks two fingers into Jesse butt. Jesse grabs his hand and yanks it out. This makes Eros growl and slap his ass, hard. Jesse yelps and sits against the wall, his hard-on still completely rigid. Jesse pouts, his arms wrapped around his knees, his balls hiding his butthole. “I think,” says Eros slowly to Tommy, “my man came here to get his first fist, and Mr. T, with his human-size mitts, is the perfect one for cherry popping.” Jesse bites his lower lip, considers his options, seeing Tommy eyeing him, waiting to see what he has to say. “Maybe he don’t wanna fist me,” he says. “He don’t even like me.” Tommy studies Jesse, takes in Eros' bulging shorts, and sniggers, “I like you okay, but I'm more interesting in fisting you.” He jumps down next to Jesse and plays with his P.A. Seeing the boy sitting there compromised, maybe a bit humiliated, but at the same time defiant, brings out some empathy for the punk. “Sorry ‘bout earlier,” T says, still toying with his P.A. “Sometimes I'm an asshole—sometimes a dick. You caught me being both." He takes a bead of pre-cum off Jesse's ring and licks it. "How’s ‘bout me and Eros get naked with you, smoke a peace pipe, and see where that goes,” Tommy says, the forest light catching his blue eyes, teeth shining beneath sandy blond whiskers. He unbuttons his cutoffs, and slips them over his work boots, revealing a growing hard-on beneath a shaved but colorful crotch. Where the pubes would be, the smooth area is dominated by a red and black demon tattoo whose mouth ends with Tommy's dick sprouting out like a big pink tongue. “How’s that sound, Chewbacca?" The proposition persuades; the demon dick seals the deal. Jesse nods his head excitedly. Eros brings over a full bowl and lighter. They sit cross-legged in a circle passing around the glass pipe. Tommy shows Jesse how to shotgun, and once he gets the hang of it, he shotguns Eros and Eros shotguns Tommy. After the pipe makes a few rounds, Eros strips off his shorts springing to life his dark, fat uncut cock, its pink head poking through monumental foreskin. He lays Jesse on the mattress and dry humped his hairy torso against Jesse smooth body. Tommy tilts the pair to their sides and takes up frotting Jesse from the back. Sandwiched Jesse writhes in heaven. Eros goes down on Jesse, and Jesse almost loses his mind. The rough beard and mustache tortures his skin. He twists his head around and sticks his mouth on Tommy, then urges Tommy to get higher up the bed so he can suck his demon dick. Close up, he sees the pantheon of small experimental tattoos Eros has created. All are filthy and beautiful. Hairy gorilla-men with huge cocks and giant nipples, fucking, sucking, eating ass, bald demons fist-fucking startled, orgasming boys, phallic aliens spurting fountains of cum, men transforming into wolves, bears into men, men into beasts. Tommy’s pelvis is a temple of perversion. Jesse ogles them all, touching each degenerate image. He sees bravery in Tommy putting his imagination and desires on permanent display, how much he doesn’t give a shit what the world thinks of him or his desires. He wants to be like him, wants Eros to carve images like those into him, too. He sucks on the demon tongue, getting Tommy fully aroused, showing him he can swallow his demon to its root. And Tommy’s fine with that, pressing the kid’s head against his pubic bone, skullfucking him hard. Images come alive to Jesse as he accepts Tommy’s cock down his throat. He gags only a few times, and each time it makes Tommy more excited. Jesse’s mind wanders as he’s sucking cock. The illustrated performance of degenerate acts becomes a roadmap of where he wants to travel and how to get there. He grabs Tommy’s hand—the one with the wooden ruler—and puts it between his legs, shoving it into his crack and grinds on it. Jesse releases Tommy’s rod and relaxes against Eros’ chest. Tommy lifts a leg, Eros lifts his other and inches them back against the wall. Both legs in the air, Jesse’s puckering hole now fully exposed, Tommy touches it was a dollop of grease. "Give him some amyl," Tommy suggests, holding one of Jesse legs while Eros fumbles with the dresser drawer and takes out a wooden box. He opens it and brings out a capsule. Jesse looks up to Eros curiously. "It’s like poppers only stronger,” Eros assures him. “Don’t worry. I got ya." Eros breaks a capsule under Jesse nose and tells him to breathe deep. Jesse obeys and feels his morality shed like snake skin. "Oh, fuck, yeah," he breathes, as Tommy pushes in a ball of grease. It feels incredibly slimy and he feels incredibly sleazy—loving this new state of mind. "Aw, shit, man. Yeah! Stick that shit up my ass," he bellows. "Hey Tommy, I think he likes it," Eros gloats, pulling Jesse’s legs farther apart. Tommy knits his brow and pushes in more grease, making sure it fully coats Jesse rectum. Four fingers easily slide in, as Jesse’s anal nerve endings catch fire. He melts back into Eros' pelt, and runs his peach fuzz cheek against his fur, running his fingers up to the man’s powerful shoulders, then down through Eros' armpits. He slathers the wetness he finds there across his palm, holds the man’s scent to his nose, then sticks his fingers in his mouth. He savors the acrid taste, at the same time giving Tommy more access to his guts. He feels his ass being probed and stretched by a knowing hand. The amyl seduces his mind, surrendering to these two experts, craving their control and wanting them to mold him in the fashion they were molded. The more perverse the better. "Up to the fleshy part of my thumb,” reports Tommy. His other hand slowly strokes his hard-on. "Three big hits,” Eros says. “Ready?" He breaks a second capsule and holds Jesse tightly, holding the chemical under his nose, getting a heady waft of it himself. Jesse feels lightheaded, swoons after the third huff, tries to avoid any more by tilting his head away, but Eros hold his head fast, not allowing him to move. He orders Jesse to keep inhaling and to hold it until he, Eros, permits him to release. Jesse holds it in. Obeying Eros is instinctual. His mind reels with obscene thoughts of what he wants Eros and T to do to him. Most of all he wants Tommy’s hand to impale his hole. Eros tells him can exhale. Jesse is wild as he draws breath. "Yeah, fist my hole open, T. Wreck it, wreck my hole!" Tommy's hand slides in as Jesse yowls, his sphincter squeezing the fleshy part of Tommy’s hand, which of course pushes Tommy’s hand in deeper, quickly slurping up to the wrist inside the burning virgin cavern. "That's it, good job," Eros murmured in his ear, holding his legs with his forearms, lightly playing with his nipples. But a sudden panic flares up inside Jesse’s bowels. His body sets off alarm bells with the realization of a large foreign object now resides inside his body. "Take it out. Get it out," he wails, clamping his asshole. "Dude, I can't. Relax. You're squeezing too hard. Give him another cap, Eros." Eros scoops up another amyl, breaks it and holds Jesse's head firmly until he feels the boy surrender in his arms. "Enjoy it, baby,” he growls seductively. “Feel T's hand inside you. It's a man's hand that has you. Feel how he controls you with the slightest movement of his fingers." Tommy enacts exactly what Eros is saying as he says it. “Feel how T’s touching the most intimate parts of your body. It’s your virginity being deflowered.” On cue, Tommy twists his hand feeling the vast internal wall of the boy’s rectum, feeling the heat and wetness of this enraptured creature under his control. “Feel,” Eros whispers, “how he can twirl a finger and tease parts of you open that have never been touched. You can’t stop him even if you wanted. I’m holding you open and T is probing you. And, besides, you don’t want it to stop.” “I don’t,” Jesse gasps in complete agreement. “The fucker’s really opening,” Tommy says, feeling a new depth he can get to. Feeling his hand reach the proper depth, he starts curling his fingers toward his palm. "Oh, shit. Oh, fuck. T, what are you doing?" Jess asks incredulously, not being able to see anymore, only feeling the strangest sensation of Tommy doing something inside him, a feeling he never in a millions years could imagine. "What is that?" "I'm rolling my hand into a ball.” He pauses: mission accomplished. “You've got your first fist in you, dude. You’ve taken my fist. How's that feel, motherfucker?" Tommy watches any strain melt from Jesse face, as he slowly rotates his fist inside the kid's body. "You like being my hand puppet, Chewbacca? Huh?" He pulses it only slightly to let the kid know he’s got total control of his bowels. "Yeah. I wanna be your meat puppet, T," Jesse confesses, opening his eyes, taking Tommy in for first time since taking his hand. He looks up into Eros' face. "I've got T's fist in me, Eros. Fuck, it’s so fuckin’ good," he rasps, as Tommy twists it back and forth. He feels Tommy starting to pull out. He pleads, emphatically, "No, no, no. Leave it in." Tommy releases it back in. Jesse runs a finger down Tommy's forearm tracing the inches of the ruler to see how far in he is. Tommy sees what he was after. "I'm in two inches, fucker," he says, stroking his cock. "Fuck," is all Jesse can say in amazement. Eros exchanges a look with Tommy. Tommy nods. Eros lays Jesse back on the mattress and breaks another amyl under the boy’s nose. Jesse put up no resistance. His arms fall open like he’s on a crucifix. He relishes how far away he is, how good he feels, breathes in the amyl over and over, getting completely lost in the gauze of his mind. He’s the Good Thief on the cross. He’s a Roman soldier. He’s the spear that’s piercing him. He’s entered the first circle of Hell and loving it. Tommy opens his hand, pulls it out slightly, then slides it back in. Jesse grabs his knees and mutters fuck me over and over. Tommy and Eros give each other knowing smile. Tommy slowly works up to piston-fisting without ever coming out of the boy’s chute. He notes how much of the broadest part of his hand can stretch apart the boy’s hole. He coolly observes how much Jesse is getting off on being stretched. Feeling his power and control over the kid, Tommy rock hard cock leaks pre-cum. Eros approvingly watches T getting ready to use Jesse’s hole. He sees him bend over the kid and helps him to lube up his rigid pole. Tommy pumps his hand to the fleshiest part of his palm, where he expands Jesse’s hole to its maximum stretch. Jesse relishes the stretch now, grimacing at first, but slowly coming round to desiring this sensation. Once Tommy knows Jesse is able to take the full stretch, he inserts his hand deep, opens his palm inside the hole, leaving his thinner wrist at the entrance. Slowly he eases in his erection next to his wrist and the stretched hole begins to accept the added flesh. Eros break yet another cap under Jesse’s nostrils then shares it with Tommy. He savors Jesse's expression of submission to his man: the boy’s eyes staring into the distance, mouth agape, as Tommy presses his hand and cock deep inside the boy’s hole. Eros strokes himself, too, as witness to the lust of these two beasts heaving in exaltation. Tommy feels his cock inching toward the palm of his hand, feels it slide into his grip, then starts rocking his cock back and forth in his palm. As he masturbated inside the boy, his cockhead expands even larger, his cockhead engorged by his tight grip. His cockhead flattens until he feels it pop through his thumb and finger, into the viscous, fleshy canal beyond, with Jesse blasting out a rapturous cry. Jesse’s overwhelmed by new sensations: first, the additional stretch being asked of sphincter, enjoying that Tommy, a man he hardly knows, is pulling him apart—this hot, tattooed dirt bag douchebag is fisting the shit out of him; and second, the size of the fist had increased, not painfully but noticeably. But he was also aware of a new rhythmic throbbing of an internal piston, something familiar yet combined with stimuli he can’t grasp. Opening his eyes, sees Tommy above his body humping him. He puts it together, first in a burst of panic, but then aware his body has already accepted and, more, is enjoying the fuck out of it. He speaks directly to Tommy above him, "Yeah, jerk off in me, T. Fuck my guts. Shoot your cum and breed me, sir." Hearing sir triggers something in Tommy and he explodes, quaking his body into his hand and inside Jesse’s hole, flooding this scumbag motherfucking chew toy with copious amounts of his tainted seed. He pinches his cockhead buried inside the fucker, squeezing out his swimmers, causing him pleasure and increasing shudders of post-climactic distress that he doesn’t want to end. Eros plants his mouth on Tommy and they make out over the writhing boy beneath. As Tommy empties the last of his load, he looks down, saying, “Open.” Jesse opens his mouth and Tommy hocks a wad of spit into his mouth. Tommy dislodges his cock and is slowly extracting his hand when Eros grabs him by the wrist. "No way, dude," he snarls. Tommy kneels to the side, hand still firmly lodged inside Jesse's cum-covered guts. Eros rubs the foreskin of his large emerging cockhead against Tommy lubed wrist. The foreskin slowly slides its way alongside Tommy’s wrist. Tommy watches Eros' body dominate the kid’s small frame, feels the pressure build at the boy’s resisting hole as even further girth is demanded to stretch open his sphincter. Eros' stone-hard cock is no match for Jesse. He breaks the entrance with Jesse giving a sharp gasp. The girth of Eros combined with the volume of the hand is too much for Jesse. He tosses his head in rejection and pushes at Eros’ chest. Eros holds the boy’s head in his hands, his eyes boring into Jesse’s, wresting control of his will. Jesse realizes he can’t resist Eros, nor—in his heart—does he want to, and accepts his manhood, with Tommy's hand stroking the tip back and forth inside him. Eros waits for an outward sign of the boy’s surrender. Jesse’s mouth opens, and Eros spits in it. Eros slides more of his shaft deeper into Tommy's waiting hand making Jesse inhale in distress. "So fucking hot, boy, getting jacked inside you with my man’s hand." His deep voice seduces him, overrunning his resistance, overturning every red flag his body throws out. Jesse cringes, takes a breath, then parts his leg wider so Eros can dive all the way to his thick black bush. He feels Eros’ wiry hairs scratching his hairless balls. Tommy forces back Eros’ foreskin, and Jesse feels this enormous cockhead infiltrating his intestine, the girth like nothing he's ever felt. "Try to push us out," Eros instructs Jesse as he impales him. It’s a futile order, but one he knows not to disobey. Furiously he clamps down with all his might. After only a few seconds of pounding, he’s not able to keep up the strain of clamping down, and surrenders. Tommy's hand slides in deeper. Where once Tommy had grasped Eros at the base of his cock, he now is further up Jesse’s colon pulling on Eros’ foreskin driving him and Jesse into a frenzy, both bucking wildly, Jesse in distress, Eros in ecstasy. "Get me off, T,” says Eros. “Get me to knock up this hole," he pants, his forearm coiling like a boa constrictor around Jesse’s head, his black armpit hair drenching the boy's lips. In an abandonment he submits to, Jesse licks the dripping sweat from the man’s pits, feeling Tommy pistoning his guts, Eros’ cockhead ravishing his entrails in the deepest part of his body. Jesse reaches down and feels how hard his own cock is. He clutches and releases his helpless hole, allowing both men to use his intestine with violent recklessness, until his hole orgasms in tectonic quakes, stronger even than his cock had ever erupted. His body shakes repeatedly as Eros explodes, Tommy squeezing his manhood mercilessly because he knows Eros wants it no other way. Eros spasms along with Jesse, roaring with the timbering of a heavy body from the sky, raining down on Jesse, crushing him, a torrent of cum spewing in his guts, heavy breath, sweat, stench, then secondary tremors, first in Eros, then in Jesse, then back again to Eros. Jesse’s body vibrates like a plucked bass string, trembling in shocked overload. Unable to process all that’s been done to him, all of which was willingly and unwillingly accepted. His mind is untethered—free floating. The powerful wrestler Bruno Sammartino lies on top of him. He glides his palms over the wrestler’s enormous shoulders, along the powerful chest. The wrestler kisses him and he kisses him back, deeply. Then the nasty boy next door in all his tattoos bends over and kisses him, too. A warm breeze passes through the shack. The bamboo blinds catch the ocean air, and fall to the window sill. No one moves. Jesse feels a little more sperm leak in his hole. Tommy and Eros’ sperm will be with him for a long time. Eros extracts himself from Tommy's hand. Out of T’s grip and Jesse’s wrecked mess of a hole, Eros falls on his back. Slowly his breathing calms as he stares at the ceiling. He listens to the sea on the far side of the dunes, and feels the waft of the ocean cool his dripping body. With much more care, Tommy slides his hand almost out of Jesse ass. At the beginning of withdrawal, Jesse moans. He anticipated the disconnectedness the boy would soon feel, the confusion of regret and still simmering desire. He knows because once, long ago, amid the back alley trashcans, anything-for-a-fix days he’s fought to suppress, he’s knows this feeling. Much to Jesse's satisfaction he returns his hand inside. Jesse isn’t yet ready to give up T’s offering, but his mind is beyond spent. Raw, inflamed, yes. Jesse runs a finger over Tommy's forearm, and Tommy understands. "Six inches," Tommy says to the silent query. "Good start, Chewbacca. Now push out your pussy and give me back my fuckin’ hand.” Jesse complies and grunts with an epic shudder as Tommy’s hand dislodges. “Show us your wrecked cunt,” says T. Eros rolls over to watch Jesse stretch his cheeks apart and push out a small, cum-filled rosebud. A tiny creature slithers out like some shy, exotic sea anemone then returns inside his rectum. Eros taps two fingers against his hole ordering him to push again. Jesse pushes harder this time. As his guts pushed out, Eros pulls the lips apart and Tommy traced a finger around the sphincter. Eros bends in and laps some cum out of the boy’s feathery pedals, depositing spent seed back into Jesse waiting mouth. Tommy puts pressure around the boy’s delicate tendrils. Eros and Tommy admire the gaping protrusion, each taking a turn to lick it. Tommy lobs a comment to Eros, "Looks like we'll pull a prolapse out of Chewy yet." Eros grins, and brushes his shadowy beard against Jesse's sensitive bloom, causing Jesse to flinch, and yet he responds by exposing even more of his rose to Eros’ sandpaper chin. He knows that that’s a sensation he wants much, much more of.

Once I entered the house, I rushed up to the bathroom and bushed my teeth, I could still taste his ass and smell it on me. He was sweaty, not a bad smell but I was done with it. I washed my face and took a shower. Once clean I went back to bed and tried to get some sleep. I only had two hours of uninterrupted sleep before Marty woke me. I looked up and Marty was standing there with a young guy. I was startled but Marty said, when you wake up a little more come over to my room. I woke up and walked into Marty’s room and they were both jacking off watching some bi porn. It as a site, there was Marty on the bed with his big dick out and this tall sandy blond dude with an even bigger dick. Marty motioned me in, I came over and got between his legs and began sucking his dick. Marty let me suck him for a few minutes and then he said, show my friend same what a good cock sucker you are. I moved over and began to suck hid big dick, he never looked at me. This tall dude at least 6’4 lean with an eight pack, ten inches cut and big balls that hung low. I heard Marty call him Sam. Sam said nothing to me but commented on the chick in the film as I serviced his cock. Marty would hold my head down to take all of Sam. I worked his dick till he was moaning, he finally spoke to me as he pulled me off his dick and said, you are the girl in the porn. She was riding a big dick while she sucked another guy's cock. I got up, Marty got some lube and Sam moved so I could ride his dick while he watched the porn. I lubed up that big dick and sat on it, it slid in slowly. I pounced up and down a few times before Marty fed me his cock. His dick felt amazing, and I rode him for five minutes then he grabbed my hips and started to pump my hole with his big dick. I sucked Marty, he must have been turned on because he shot his wad down my throat in ten minutes and then left the room. Same pulled me up and off his dick, turned me around so I was facing the tv with my ass and legs off the bed and he slide back in me and fucked me for ten more minutes before he shot inside me. He pulled out without a word and went and got in the shower and cleaned off. I went to my room out the hallway door. Sam left without a word, I had to jack off because fuck that was so hot. He had to be straight and horny. Both Marty and I were turned on by this hot young straight dude. I showered and headed downstairs for a bite. Marty asked me if I liked that straight dick, I told him he was hot as fuck. Yea, he can fuck me anytime. Marty said, good, he will be back tonight around ten. I just smiled; he thought your pussy felt good. His girlfriend is out of town for a week, and he promised he would not fuck another girl, so you are helping him out. Marty asked if I liked being used like a piece of meat, I told him I was not sure at first but yea, I really do like it. Good, he said. I knew you were a service slut the first time I met you, you have proven me right every day since I moved in. Such a good little slut. Now go get ready, you have a couple tops to serve before ten tonight. Marty drove me around to three guys homes and I would go in and service them for an hour or two and then Marty would pick me up. One guy gave me twenty bucks, the other two fifty-dollar bills when I left. I had three loads in my ass when I made it home at 8 PM and knew that hottie was coming at ten. I showered and got ready, it was much the same as the first time, this time he had the lights off as he fucked my hole and watched the video. Never saying a word but giving a huge grunt when he came inside me. Then off to the shower and he left. Marty had me set up for him each time he would come over. This week, I serviced cock during the day and Sam at night. On the fifth night, Sam got me ready but this time he got on the bed and had me crawl onto his dick. This was the first time he was inside my ass; he began to fuck me while I watched a women get double penetrated by two guys. Same walked in and lubed up his dick and pressed it against my hole. It took him a couple times, but he finally got inside me, and he fucked me for twenty minutes while I moaned and whimpered. He called me a cum whore bitch and fucked me hard and then he shot his load inside me. Sam pulled out and showered and I had expected Marty to pull out, but he kept fucking me. I heard Same leave out my bedroom, Marty fucked me for twenty minutes and shot his load inside me. I would learn later that Marty was positive, that would be my first positive load in my negative hole. I also later learned that Marty was not on any meds and love to poz up young hole. He had tried to refrain from taking my ass, but he could not help it. He blamed it on Sam since Sam wanted to double penetrate me. There we were, Marty fucking me all night and by morning he had given me five loads plus Sam’s huge load. Now that I had taken poz loads, Marty changed my ads and posted one. This is the new ad he posted on one of the sites. Auctioning off young negative bottom for conversion, he just turned 18, never on PreP. How much will you pay to have him for a night? For a week this post was up with my pics. There was a guy who offered $20,000 for my unprotected hole. Marty made the arrangements for this coming Friday to give my neg hole to the guys and his friends. I was totally clueless; I had secretly fallen in love with Marty. I would do anything for him. Sam came back for one more night and he wanted to Double Penetrate me again, and Marty again used my hole all night as we made out. I thought Sam was hot, but I had longed for Marty to make love to me. I really had it bad for him, and I was so relieved that he finally wanted me. We fell asleep together in his room and he fucked me again in the morning blowing his load deep inside me. Then at breakfast he said, you have some hot get togethers coming up. He could tell I was not excited about it anymore, I just wanted him. He rubbed my chest and told me, babe, just do it for me. I smiled at him and agreed. There were many other guys that Marty pimped me out for money too. Friday was here, I cleaned up after school, Marty dropped me off at this big home on a lake. I went up to the door and rang the bell and a tall skinny guy came to the door. He put out his hand and said, you must be Ben, fuck you are cuter than your pics. He was okay looking; Sam and Marty were hotter. He grabbed my hand and lead me to the living room. H asked me if I wanted a drink, I said sure and he brought me a sweet drink, it had alcohol in it, I drink it all and I was soon buzzed as fuck. He He brought me another one, I drink half of it, and I was drunk by now. He came over and started touching me all over, then he made out with me. He was a really good kisser, I have to say. He slowly undressed me until I was in my jock, then he undressed in front of me. Although he was average looking, he was impressive everywhere else. Tight body and abs, he also had a huge uncut dick. He was suddenly more attractive. I kept looking at his hot body and beautiful dick. He grabbed my chin and lifted my head, leaned in and kissed me. Then he said, I will be right back. He brought out a test, I asked him what it was, and he said, I need to know you are clean boy. This is an HIV test. Until he had mentioned it, I had never thought about it. He swabbed my upper gum, then moved it around in my mouth and said, that will take a few minutes. How about you suck my big dick while we wait. I opened my mouth and swallowed his cock, sucking him for twenty plus minutes till my jaw was sore. He said good boy, your results are in. You are indeed negative so we can finally fuck, I only fuck neg boys, just had to check you up to make sure. That all seemed strange to me, but I was not all worked up and feeling the buzz, he led me to his bedroom. It was beautiful, a huge bed in all white sheets and mirrors on the walls and ceiling. It was like being at a carnival, I could see him and myself at every angle. I was making me a little dizzy with all I drank, Rick the host guided me into bed, he laid me on my back and kissed my body all over and sucked my cock. It felt so good. He kept saying, you taste so good, so pure. He kissed me all over, sucked my dick and worked my cock and balls till I shot a load in his mouth. He swallowed it and told me how hot it tasted. He leaned down to kiss me but before he did, he said, I love young pure cum. Taste so good, want to taste it? He pressed his libs against mine and we made out. I tasted my cum and he was right, I tasted good. He had me suck his cock but would not cum and over the next couple hours he edged and tasted me and made me cum, three time before he put me ass up and ate my hole, then lubed up his big cock and my hole and slide his cock in me. Fucked me hard and steady and shot his load inside me ten minutes later. That was the first of five loads he gave me. He did not suck my cock again; I did cum three more times while he fucked me. He held me through the night and fucked me three more times before sending me home. I told him I would like to see him again, but he just said, you will boy. You will. I left feeling hot, no one had ever made me cum like that, I wanted to have him do it again. I headed back to Marty in the uber the guy had called for me and got a text in the car from my Arab uber driver he needed my ass. I asked the uber driver to change my address, he knew the area and it was on the way, so he dropped me off early. I want back to the guy's apartment, and he was ready dick out sitting there and I sucked his big cock for five minute he pulled my head up and positioned me on his bed and fucked my ass for twenty minutes and shot his load inside me. He got up and said, whore get dressed and go home. I am done with you for now. The uber driver was hot as a fuck but he treated me like I was just a piece of meat. I like it but not as much as the guy who had just fucked me. He made me feel like I was something special and he waited to take my ass and give me his cum. When I think about him, I get hard. Hard like when I think about Marty or Sam. I made my way back to the house, crashed into bed and rubbed one out thinking about the hot night I had.

He drove off and I stood in the driveway of a huge house. I walked up to the door and stood there hoping I had the right place. I did not have to wait long; a tall dark-haired man came to the door. He was a very good-looking guy, he opened the door and invited me in. He said my name is Charles, David has been waiting for you. We walked into this beautiful home, and he led me to a room upstairs. It was a bit like a porn studio or so I imagined. It had a bed in the middle with cameras all around. Several sofas and chairs. There was a man sitting in a chair who stood up and walked over to me and introduced himself. He said, I am David, thank you for coming tonight. You are my date for tonight. I see you met Wes already, his date will be here shortly. David stood at least 6’4 well-built salt and pepper hair, he had a tattooed sleeve and was well muscled. He leaned down and kissed me, he slipped his tongue in my mouth, after he broke off the kiss the kiss, he felt up my body and my dick was getting rock hard. While David was feeling up my junk, stomach and chest; Wes was feeling up my ass and back. I was tingling all over. Wes began to kiss my neck, David turned me around, Wes leaned in and kissed me hard just like David had done, while David slipped my pants down below my ass and felt my bare ass. He soon had his finger on my hole, and he was rubbing it, I moaned as David kissed my back and Wes continued to kiss me. I had not noticed two camera men who came in and began to shoot. Wes unfastened his pants, fished his cock out and pulled me down to suck his big dick. Dave, spread my cheeks and began eating my hole. I was in heaven, fuck these guys were hot. David ate my hole for five minutes, pulled off and went over to the bed. Wes led me to the bed and had me suck David. His cock was even bigger than Wes’s, huge uncut dick. I crawled up on the bed and began to suck his big dick while Wes got behind me and lubed up my hole and his dick and pressed it inside my hole. It felt amazing, he fucked me for ten minutes and shot his first load of the night inside me. Wes slapped my ass after he pulled out, he told one of the camera men to take a turn, that was the first time I had even realized that we were being filmed. The guy on the bed and slid his 7.5-inch dick inside me with ease and fucked me for eight or so minutes and shot inside me. Then they traded paces and the other camera man got up, his dick was much thicker and eight inches. He was a better fuck, he grabbed my ass and pulled me back on his dick and fucked me hard for ten minutes and groaned loudly and shot his load inside me. I had been there less than an hour and I had three loads inside me. Fuck, this was like no date I ever imagined. David pulled me up on his chest and kissed me. We made out for ten minutes while he told me what a hot boy I was. I hard rustling behind me and the bed move, it was Wes’s boyfriend. He spread my hole and began to eat my cummy hole. I felt good, amazing. David reached over and grabbed some poppers for me, he said, boy you will need these. I hit them several times, then I realized why, David gave them to me. A huge fat, dick was pressing on my hole. It did not want to go inside but Wes’s boyfriend, Ryan kept pressing. With the combination of Poppers and David’s encouragement and instructions my hole was starting to comply. David would tell me when to push out, and how to breathe through it. It hurt but on the fifth push my hole opened enough to accept Ryan’s thick dick. Fortunately, it was only 7.5 inches but got thicker towards the base. I was whispering to David, that it hurt, and it was too big, but he just held me, telling me to be a good boy. He would tell me to relax my beautiful boy cunt, let Ryan in. You want it, don’t be a dick tease, give him your hole boy. You are so hot taking bare dick, he kissed me, and I moaned into his mouth. My hole started to open, and Ryan fucked me harder, it was almost enjoyable but never got there for me. Ten minutes in Ryan shot his load inside me, then slowly slide out. Wes slides up on the bed and examined my hole, showing it to the camera and worked a butt plug inside me. They broke off the shoot, the big dicked camara man took me to a room that looked like a waiting room and asked me if I wanted anything to drink? He was about 5’11 180 dark hair and eyes, Mediterranean looking with a beard and long hair in a bun. He brought me water, we chatted for a while, and he told me I was a natural on camera. He leaned in and kissed me, wow, he was a good kissed. When he broke it off, he said, I would like to share you with some buds sometime. You would be a hot DP bottom for us. I am going to slip my number in your bag. Do not tell anyone, okay? I agreed that I would not. I cannot wait to get inside you again tonight. Then he walked out of the room.

I went to Marty’s room; he was naked already and sitting on the edge of his bed. I went over and got between his legs. His dick was starting to grow, as it lifted, I caught it with my mouth and began sucking him. He had trained my throat well, I was taking him almost all the way inside my throat, he would hold my head and help me. He would make me edge him, using my throat and mouth for ten minutes and then when I thought I could not do anymore he would let me up and lift his legs so I could rim and eat his hole. He would hold my head, pressing it deep on his hole. Moaning and encouraging me. He would tell me what a good boy I was, how much he liked it and how good I was getting. That made me feel good, then without warning he would drop his legs, I would grab his cock and suck it deep again. He would do this for three our four rounds, then he would say, want my cum ben? You want to taste my cum don’t you. You ate my hole and now you want to eat my cum, tell me you want it. I lifted and said, I want your cum. Please give me your cum Marty. Okay boy, because you asked me so nicely you can have my big load. Then he shoved my head back on his dick and I sucked for two more minutes until he shot his load in my mouth. I sucked him clean, after swallowing his load and then he said, time to go back to your room Ben. I went back to my room, horny as hell. I crawled in bed and jacked off and then fell sleep. When I woke Marty was already downstairs with my parents who were telling him how great it was going with him living with us, they said they were going on a long vacation and would be gone for four weeks. They had video monitoring downstairs being installed and outdoor cameras to monitor the house while they were gone. Marty told them we would be on our best behavior, they had nothing to worry about. My mother pulled me aside, are you sure that you are comfortable with Marty watching you? I could always have your aunt come up. I assured my mother that I was fine and there was nothing to worry about. Over the next few days, Marty was on the phone, he made lots of calls, text and emailed a ton. He had a few photo sessions with me, showing off my ass, me sucking his big dick and ass up on the bed on all fours with my cheeks spread so my hole was exposed. I thought it was weird, but I did it anyway. He had been sending pics, put up a few posts. What I found out later was he had been getting money every time I gave up my ass to these guys. I was now on several rent and dating sites as a paid escort for bareback service. One site was an auction to sell my neg ass to a POZ top for conversion. I would later learn all about it. He continued to email, text and make calls over the next three days while my parents got ready and when the day finally came, Marty and I sat around, he told me that I was going to be busy this month and when it was over, I would have had the time of my life. I smiled, but I was a little nervous. He said, you have a date tonight, a hook up today in a few hours. We need to get you some clothes to wear. Marty and I went shopping, He bought me cock rings, jock straps, tight shorts and shirts. When we got home, he had me model them and took some more pictures. He told me to clean up, I now knew that mean that I needed to shower and clean out, so I was ready to get fucked, I am going to drop you off to your hook up. I was dressed up in the tight shorts, jock, t-shirt and cock ring and ready to do. I was dropped off at a hotel, Marty told me to go to room 308. I went up the elevator and knocked on the door, it opened to a tall red head built in a rob. He stepped back so I could walk in and said welcome in broken English. His hands were all over me and he had soon undressed me, except for my Jock. He picked me up and put me on the bed, kissing my neck and back and working his way down to my ass. He spread my cheeks and began to eat you hole. I could only moan, his tongue was magical. He ate my hole for several minutes, then pull off, I turned around as he dropped his robe. He spoke in French; I had no idea what he said but it was beautiful and so was his flawless body. Pale skin, six pack, red pubes and a huge dick. I crawled over, held onto it and then guided it to my mouth. I sucked him for two or three minutes and he was rock hard. Big uncut dick, I jacked it as he spoke some more and then patted the mattress so I would get back up on the bed. I returned to ass up on all four, he walked over and grabbed some poppers and lube and came back and handed me the poppers then he returned to eating my hole. This time he tongued me even deeper, I moaned and hit the poppers. His tongue pulled out and he slide a finger inside me and then two. He fingered fucked me while he kissed my ass left ass check, then a third finger. I was loving it, this went on for a couple minutes with three fingers inside me, then he pulled out. His big dick slapped my ass and then he lined it up and slowly pressed his manhood deep inside me. It felt so full, he spoke to me the entire time he was sliding in, and I understood none of it. He pressed deep and held it there and then he slowly picked up the pace. His dick felt amazing inside me, he fucked me with nice long strokes as I hit the poppers. He fucked me like this for twenty minutes, his breathing got heavy and then he shot inside me with a big groan. He pulled out and held my back as he came around to present his cock to me to clean off. I started to suck him as he grabbed his phone, texting away. Two minutes in, I heard the door, I tried to pull up to look but the ginger held me there as a guy came up and felt my hole. He spoke in French also, then he dropped his pants and lubed up his dick and pressed inside me. The guy behind me was bigger and his dick hurt some, he began to fuck me, I pulled off the gingers dick, ginger feed me poppers as he rubbed my cheek and head. More French and then he said in English. Beautiful whore. Nasty Cunt! That sounds so pretty in French. They went back to speaking in their native language and before long the guy behind me shot inside me. He pulled out once he caught his breath. He tucked his dick back in his pants and walked out. The ginger guy was calling me a whore in French His dick was rock hard again and he got up holding my back and slide his big dick inside me and fucked me hard this time, calling me a whore and other names in French and ten minutes later shot inside me. When he pulled out, he made me clean him up again. Once clean, he grabbed my clothes and handed them to me. I got up off the bed and started dressing when he tossed $100.00 bill down on the bed. He winked at me, I grabbed the money and put it in my pocket, he walked me to the door, opening it and telling me once more I was a beautiful whore in English. I was totally embarrassed, there was an older couple walking by just as he said it. I received a text from Marty, running late. Go to room 507, knock and kill some time, text me when you finish. I text him back, okay but feeling a little like I wanted to go home. I thought, should I tell him about the money. I decided I would not say anything unless he asked me directly. I entered the elevator and went back up, then off on the 5th floor and made my way to room 508. The door opened; the guy looked like a professor. Crazy professor. He had curly unkept hair, glasses he was about 5’10 150 pounds and he invited me in. He pulled down his shorts and underwear and sat on the sofa, I walked over and got between his legs and began to suck his dick. It was a fat seven inches, he had me suck his cock while he watched porn, straight porn. He would push my head down all the way and hold it there, then let me up to suck his dick again. He had me do this for twenty minutes and then he said, show me your ass. I got up and dropped my pants, he pushed me forward toward the bed. He spit on my hole a few times and then lined up his cock and shoved it inside me and fucked me for five more minutes and shot his load inside me. He had not spoken much but after he shot, he pulled out and told me to clean him off and after I did, he said, nice boy. May need your services a few more times on this trip. Time for you to go, I got dressed, walked to the door, he opened it. I walked out and the door closed quickly, I headed to the elevator and down to the lobby. I text Marty, I am here he said. I walked out to meet him, and he said, sorry I was late. I had to make some more arrangements for your date tonight. I sat there with cum inside me knowing that three guys had filled me with four loads. When we got home Marty said, you will be spending the night on your date. You should pack a bag bro. I thought really, but I went up and packed a bag and got out of my clothes and showered and cleaned out. I got rock hard in the shower thinking about the hot ginger and him calling me a whore. I also tried to imagine what the other guy looked like; I wish I had been able to see him too. I rubbed one out in the shower, I could not help it. Once I was showered and clean, I got dressed and in nice clothes and packed the tight stuff that Marty purchased for me. Marty came in and said, you look nice, but you are a little over dressed. He handed me a tight pair of pants that showed every inch of my ass and my bulge and a see-through shirt. He grabbed my junk and said, you look huge with your cock ring on. You look hot, he is going to really like you. He is sending an uber for you, I was starting to get aroused and excited. It was almost five and we went downstairs, and he had me go out the back door where there were no cameras and out the garage. The uber was not long and I entered, the driver was middle eastern and attractive. He kept staring at me and rubbing his crotch. He pulled over ten blocks away from my house in a warehouse district and got out, opened my door and then presented me with big beautiful brown dick. I sucked his hot cock for ten minutes and he shot in my mouth. I swallowed him, he closed the door and got in front and drove off without a word. When we pulled up to our destination he stopped, handed me a card with his number on it and said, text me when you want me to cum in your ass. I kind of wanted to give him my ass now. I got out and he did too, he felt my ass, leaned down and kissed me and said, text me. I said, I will.

Hey guys, thanks for the comments. Hope you enjoy part 2. If you like it I can keep writing more ******* My mind had been racing all day. I had cycled between depression, anxiousness, and horniness thinking about what I did the night before. I'd really let strangers in my door and taken their raw loads anonymously! I was torn by the fulfillment of being a cumdump, and the fear of not being in control. I felt sick every time I thought about being exposed by the guy from craigslist, about losing everything in my life I'd worked for up to that point, and yet as time passed I couldn't resist being turned. I was reminded of Daddy's thick horse cock whenever I walked or sat down. But even though my insides were sore and raw, my faggot cunt kept clenching and feeling empty. Daddy sent just one followup email after he had blackmailed me and threatened to expose me: Don't jackoff until I see you. I want my bitch in heat. I followed his instructions exactly. A part of me feared that cumming would bring me down from the high and I'd regret it all more than I already did. Still, it was torture to deny myself from cumming after I'd just had the kinkiest night of sex in my life. As the time got nearer I scrubbed out my intestines with the deepest enema I'd ever given myself. It was made easier by the fact that I'd had almost zero appetite. Soon, I was squeaky clean and ready to be fucked. Then came time for me to follow Daddy's other instruction. I opened my wife's underwear drawer and looked at her collection of panties with a newfound fascination. I remember looking at these panties with the anticipation of how good they would make my wife's ass look, but now I was picturing my own ass in them, wondering which ones Daddy would like best. Daddy had requested pink, so I chose a hot pink g-string my wife had gotten for Valentine's day. Despite that the front was almost as skimpy as the back, my small smooth package fit nicely against the thin cotton fabric. I popped my ass and looked in the bathroom mirror. Damn, I looked so gay. What would my wife say if she saw me right now? What would the guys I used to play football with say? "I hope Daddy likes these," I said in a faggy voice, sucking on my finger. I reached down and rubbed my cockhead through my pink panties, which drooled stick precum. It was almost time, and I was started getting nervous again. What was I going to do if this guy robbed me or beat me up? But something inside me bowed to his control. When the time came, I shut off all the lights in my apartment, blindfolded myself, and took my place on my hands and knees in front of the door. ****** I waited fifteen minutes in that vulnerable position. Was Daddy late? Was he still coming? Then I heard someone pull up outside my door, and my cunt clenched as if in answer. The door swung open, and heavy footsteps let me know Sir had arrived. "Woof, boy," he growled. "Looks like you understand I'm serious about owning your faggot ass." "Yes, sir" I whimpered. His rough hands started to inspect me, gliding over my shaved smooth ass, and fishhooking into my mouth. I sucked and rubbed my tongue against his calloused finger, and he groaned with approval. He withdrew and spanked me on the ass. "You've got a lot of work to do tonight boy," Sir said, pinching my nipple. I moaned from the mixture of pleasure and pain, not understanding the meaning. "Got a lot of loads lined up for you. But first... I want to make sure you're properly prepared." What did he mean 'a lot of loads'? Suddenly, Daddy stood and left me, walking into the apartment. Blind and helpless as I was, I was in no position to stop him. I heard him flip on the bathroom light switch, and a faint glow shown from behind my blindfold. "The pink one hers?" he asked. "Uh, what?" But he didn't elaborate, and turned the light off. I held my breath as his heavy footsteps brought him past and then back behind me. "Ya boy... you're gonna forget all about pussy. You're gonna forget your dick was ever used for something. You're the pussy now, faggot." Then he put something thin and sharp at my hole and pushed it in. I cringed and gasped as it scraped me guts. He twisted it inside me, fucking me with it in a rough sawing motion. What the fuck was inside me? It felt like a pen or something, but somehow it was grabbing my intestines and scratching them raw. "Reach back and grab your ankles, fag."." I did as Daddy said, putting my face against the floor with my bare ass in the air. I bit my lip as my ass began to sting. A brief illumination let me know he'd just taken a picture of my ass. "If you thought those other pictures I posted of you were bad, just wait until your wife sees you in her panties with her toothbrush shoved up her ass." He laughed dryly. "So you do exactly as I say, boy. Don't try to resist becoming what you really are." I cringed at what the photo must look like, my fat smooth ass squeezed into my wife's pink g-string, along with her fucking toothbrush crammed halfway up my guts, what the fuck... Daddy spanked my ass, and yanked the toothbrush out of my hole, causing me to yelp. "First one's on his way," Daddy said. "You take every single load that walks through this door, and I don't post those pictures of you, understand? And then if I hear at the end of the night you were a good fuck, then I'll come back and put my own load in you... and then I'll let you cum." As in, he'd invited other people, people I had no idea who they were, over to fuck me? That's what he meant? Suddenly, he grabbed my balls and started squeezing them mercilessly in his fist. "You GOT that, faggot?" he growled. "Yes! Yes, I'll do it!" I cried. Relief flooded through me as he released his iron grip on my testicles. "Don't disappoint me, faggot," he said, giving my ass one final slap. "Make your wife proud while these random cocks plow you," he laughed. Then he opened the door and slammed it shut behind him. Fuck. I had no doubt he was serious about exposing me. My heart was racing from the rough handling he'd given me. I slumped forward, resting, clenching my asshole in the cool air by the doorway. My hole still stung from the toothbrush. What if one of these guys knew who I was? What if they had an STD or something? But then there were footsteps outside... They wiped their feet on the mat outside, and then opened the door. A chill ran over me as the cold air rushed in over my bare ass. "Mmmm," the stranger said, unzipping and shedding his coat. He groped my ass and testicles. "Been awhile since I smashed college tail," he chuckled. "Turn around, suck my cock boy." I turned around in the darkness, my blindfold ensuring that even with the dim light coming through the crack beneath the door I couldn't see the stranger. I reached up to his cock and found it semi hard. The scent of man was strong as I took his cock into my mouth. He groaned as I sucked on the head, and salty precum started dribbling onto my tongue. His cock inflated until it was hitting the back of my throat. When I tried to pull back, he grabbed the back of my head and thrust, sending his cockhead past my tonsils. "Do a good job..." he said sternly as I choked on his cock. He started thrusting in and out of my throat mercilessly. I gagged and even threw up a bit, but swallowed it and kept sucking. His flaccid cock was now fully erect and rock hard, 7 inches and thick. "Fuck," he said, withdrawing. "Turn around, I want to fuck you now bitch." I did as he said, thankful he was done with my throat. He positioned himself behind me, his belt buckle clinking as he opened up his fly. He pulled my pink panties to the side, as spanked my cheek. The spit on his cock was all the lubrication he gave me as he pushed his meaty cockhead into my hole. I gasped as he fucked his cock roughly into me, and with several more thrusts he was buried balls deep in me, never asking if I wanted him to use a condom. "FUCK ya," he groaned. I could feel his belly resting on my ass as he started to pound me. "Fuuuuck," I whimpered as the stranger's cock prodded my full prostate. The sting in my ass gave way to pleasure as he fucked me bare. I reached back and spread my ass, letting him hit deeper and deeper. His fat belly slapped against me as he quickened his pace. He grabbed my hips and drove his cock into me, panting like a dog. I loved every brutal thrust as he used me. Not only did I not know who he was, someone else had chosen him to load my ass. I had no input on who used my hole. His intense pounding didn't last long before he yelled out and suddenly warmth shot into me, reigniting the stinging sensation. "Ohhhh shit, oh shit," he said, quivering, his cock pulsing more and more into me. "Oh fuck, I just gave you a ten day load bitch," he laughed. "Mmmm, hope you liked that." As he pulled out I tried to clench, but still some of his ample load dribbled out from me. "I did, thank you for your load," I told him, feeling complete with his cum trickling deeper into my guts. He zipped up, opened the door, and left. Load number one. ****** I exhaled and leaned forward. All the uneasiness melted away as the stranger's load sloshed inside me. I reached back and stuck my finger in my cummy hole, wincing as I found my o-ring tender. For two nights in a row a stranger's sperm was swimming around in my guts. I spent the next 20 minutes running my hands over my smooth ass, enjoying how slutty I felt. Eventually I heard a car pull up, and soon there was another man to service at my door. I popped my ass for my newest visitor as he entered. The only sound he made a quiet coughing as he got settled in behind me. Then, he squirted some lube that he'd apparently brought onto my hole and his dick, and slid his smallish cock into me. My hole opened easily for him, being already stretched out and filled with cum. He fucked me in short hard thrusts. Fast to shove in, slow to pull out. Only three minutes in his silence was broken by a muffled orgasm. He pumped a few more times, fucking his frothy cum into me, then zipped up and left without a word. Load number two. A Mexican guy who took a long time to get hard, but after sucking his uncut cock long enough he bred me rough and deep. Load number three. An old guy with a raspy voice and a thin cock. Load number four. A married guy who loved that I was wearing panties, and railed me for fifteen minutes straight, calling me a "stupid slut" as my useless cock flopped around in my wife's panties. Load number five. "Waited a long time to fuck this ass," the next stranger said, spanking me hard. "Never would have guessed you were a faggot, strutting around with that sexy wife of yours." The darkness concealed my sudden blush of embarrassment. Fuck. This guy knew me? "But you must be pretty damn gay to be taking anon loads instead of fucking her..." he said, feeling up my ass. "These her panties?" "Yes," I answered. "Hot... I check out both your asses at the gym, but I guess this way I sorta get to fuck you both," he laughed, snapping the g-string against my plump ass. After a bit of rustling I felt his cockhead at my hole. "Hope you're prepped up boy, cuz I don't pull out." "Mmm, I don't want you to pull out," I said, which seemed to turn him on. He pushed into my wrecked hole, and I discovered he was reasonably hung. Even though it was my sixth cock of the night he gave me a good stretching. "Where is your little wife tonight?" he asked as he fucked me. "She out gettin some dick of her own?" That was pretty possible. Cheating fucking whore. "She's at her parents house," I said, which was partly true. "She know you're taking anon loads tonight?" he asked, picking up his pace a bit. "N-no." "Hm. Didn't think so. Ahhhh fuck. I like it when she wears those little black spandex shorts," he said, breathing heavy as he rammed his big cock deep into my guts. "And when she's on her hands and knees stretching just like this... oh fuck..." Was this guy really fucking me while dirty talking about my wife? "What's her name?" he asked, smacking my ass. "Renee," I answered, sitting my ass back onto his thick cock. "Renee," he repeated. "Fuck ya, Renee, take that dick baby. Ride that dick you married slut." Holy fuck. did that turn me on! "Ya fuck me," I groaned, "fuck my slutty married pussy!" "Mmmm," he growled, pumping into me forcefully, "that's right you dumb cunt. Take it bareback you stupid cockslut. Fuckin whore. Take it bareback in your married pussy." "Yes please! Please fuck my wife's pussy! Cum in her please!" "You want your wife bred? You want your wife's married pussy knocked up?" "YES! Fuck her! Fucking cum in her and knock her up!" "Alright, pig. I'm gonna knock her up. I'm gonna fuck my babies into your wife's sweet cunt. You're gonna taste my cum every time you eat her out and know that I own her slutty pussy. Fuck ya, Renee. Take my cum, take it! Fuck, Renee! FUUUUUCKKK! I blowing in you right now!" "Yes! Breed me! Dump in my!" I yelled as his cum shot into my worn out cunt. His sperm stung my raw walls as he fucked it into me. He kept pumping, panting with exhaustion, until finally he sat back, withdrawing his cock from my gaping ass. "God damn," he sighed. "You're a sick fuck," he laughed. "I like it." I was exhilarated. I had no idea how hot it would be to have a man use me while thinking about my wife. Holy shit, and to hear him screaming her name while he blew it in me! My wrecked hole didn't have the strength to keep the loads in anymore, and some squirted out while I waited for him to leave. "Thanks for your cum," I said as he got dressed in the dark. "Next time I see you at the gym I'll take you to the showers for a quick fuck," he said. My precum dripped at knowing that even though he knew me I had no idea who he was... "I'll send you back out to Renee with my dirty load dripping from your hole." He spanked my ass, and sighed with regret. "If I was younger, I'd fuck you again, pig." Then he opened the door and was gone. Load number six. ******** How long had I been bent over in the darkness, a hole to use for whoever came through the door? I had no idea, but when the next customer opened my door, I recognized - with a mix of fear and horniness - the sound of Daddy's heavy footsteps behind me. "You did a fine job, boy," he complimented me, and I felt relief at his approval. He stepped up behind me and started photographing my cum-splattered ass. "How did you like being a cumdump for my friends?" "I loved it, Daddy," I whimpered. "I took all their loads." "Ya you did, fag. Every fucking toxic load. Such a stupid cumdump, aren't you boy?" "Yes Daddy, just your dumb slut." "You're more than a slut boy, you're my fucking whore now. I just pimped out that sweet neg hole of yours all night. Those dirty fuckers paid me $50 each to fuck you raw." He spanked my ass harshly, laughing as I heard the now familiar sound of a man's belt being unbuckled behind me. "Now you're gonna get what you earned. You're gonna take my load every night from now on until the deed is done, until you're mine forever." Daddy's horse cock stretched my hole open wide. I bit my lip in pain as inch after inch of his thick rod pushed in, lubricated only by the six anonymous loads I'd taken. "You're doing good with your training boy. Just keep doing what I tell you, and you'll be Daddy's boy before too long. I was prepped up before boy, but just for you I'm going off. Might take a little while, but I'll keep breeding you every day pumping my babies into you until you're pregnant for good. You're gonna be such a good incubator for my boys. A nice warm piece of fuckmeat for them to thrive in." Daddy's cock was rock hard and ramming into me so fast I didn't know if I could continue to take it. I clenched my hole in time with his pumping, desperately trying to milk his load out. "Fuck ya, Daddy! I want to have your babies! I'm your fuckmeat!" He growled in approval and started jackhammering into me. I'd never been fucked so hard in my life. My entire guts just relaxed and let him enter me freely, too tired to keep up any resistance to his giant cock. "Here it comes, boy! If you're lucky this'll be the load that ends you, you fucking beta faggot." "Yes Daddy, breed me! Knock me up with your alpha male cum!" "Oh, fuck YAHHHHHHH!" Daddy pushed all his weight onto me as he got ready to cum, flattening me to the floor. His strong hand went to my throat, clamping down on my windpipe as he thrust deeply into me. I wriggled helplessly, fighting for air as he choked me, but he ignored my squirming. "You'll breathe... when I'm done... cumming in you, FUCCCCCKKK!" He rammed his cock into me so hard I thought he was going to break through my intestines. I would have screamed out if I had any air in my lungs. My head spun, my consciousness slipping away as his horse cock pulsed his alpha cum into my ass. "There's another roll of the dice for you, fag boy," he laughed, releasing me from his choke-hold. I sputtered and gasped for air as he got up off me. "Now let's make sure it takes. Go get that butt plug of yours, the one you had in last time. And bring your wife's wedding ring. I'm gonna put it back where it belongs." I fought through my dizziness and obediently crawled on my hands and knees to the bedroom. I knew where they were even in the darkness and without removing my blindfold... sitting on the night stand by the bed. I returned to Daddy in the entry way, groveling in front of my alpha. "H-here they are," I choked out my sore throat. "You know what I love about all this?" he taunted, stepping around behind me. "All night while you were my good little cumdump whore, you've been wearing your wedding ring. What a devoted husband you are." Shit. I hadn't even thought about it. I was so used to wearing it I didn't think to take it off. But Daddy now made that choice for me. "Let's add it to the collection," he said, and pulled my hand backward, slipping it off. What was the point in fighting? The rings were fucking worthless anyway. I moaned as I felt the hard metal circles pushed into my hole: first my ring, then the sharp edges of my wife's. The jabbing feeling of my wife's fake diamond was now obvious to me as my walls contracted and sucked it up. "Fuckin hot, boy," said Daddy as he used his sausage-like fingers to stuff the rings deeper. "I'm having a lot of fun ruining you." And with that, he pressed the glass plug against my hole until my feeble o-ring gave way, and the cavernous abyss that was now my cunt swallowed it hungrily. "Now, have you been a good boy and did your hold your cum in all day for me?" "Yes Sir," I said, acutely aware of how my cock had been denied any attention. "How about I let you have that orgasm I promised you?" "I'd love that Daddy!" I said excitedly. I hadn't cum in over 48 hours. "Ha, you'll love this, boy. Come here, sit up on your knees. I'm gonna show you how beta males are allowed to cum." As I did, I heard a plastic echoey sound come from the bathroom, and then felt something set in front of me. There were more noises too, small items being moved. "Put your hands behind your back. Let me see this little faggot cock of yours." He reached into my panties and pulled out my smallish cock, which immediately shriveled with the cold air. Daddy laughed as he choked it in his fist. "Little guy's scared, ha ha. Well boy, alpha's cum is meant to seed and breed. But your cum, well... it goes somewhere else." He started jacking my cock and I could hear the crinkle of plastic. "Mmmph," I whimpered at having my cock teased. Precum was oozing out and all I could think about were the loads marinating in my ass, plugged up with my wedding rings. I could already feel my cum welling up in me. "Cum from beta males like you goes in the garbage," Daddy said sternly. "It's a waste, just like you are. Weak beta cum needs to be eliminated from the gene pool." "Oh fuck," I gasped under my breath. Every cruel word he said brought me closer to cumming. "Dump it in there boy, shoot your worthless cum into the garbage can. Show me you understand where your place is." "Fuck, oh Daddy! OH FUCK!" And just as I started to cum, Daddy immediately quit jacking me and gripped my cock tightly, pointing it into the garbage can, as rope after rope of my worthless cum shot into the bin. "Oh fuck, please, please DADDY!" I screamed as I pleaded with him to keep jacking me, but he snickered as my burning orgasm fizzled and was ruined, despite having drained my balls. I thrust my hips pointlessly against his fist, but he just laughed and let my spent dick drop against the edge of the garbage can. "That's a good boy," he said, getting up from me and heading toward the door. My mind was so fucked, I couldn't even comprehend what had happened. I felt even more sexually frustrated than before he'd milked me. "I'll be in touch, fag. Got lots more training for you to do." Before I could say another word he left, and slowly my consciousness started to return. It was like I'd been high all day, doped out on a drug. I had done so much shit I shouldn't have, I couldn't even process it. It had come so naturally to be objectified, to be a thing to be used... what purpose had I even had before that... I removed the blindfold, locked the door, and turned on the light. As my eyes adjusted to the burning brightness I saw the garbage can in front of me. Inside were my wedding photos, their black frames and glass covered with my cum. The sperm running down the picture of my wife's face was probably the last "facial" I'd ever be giving her, considering I was now a cumdump. I left the picture frames in there, and put the garbage can back in the bathroom. I had no idea what time it was, but my body was fully spent. I crawled into bed facedown, my brain happy to be shut down after another night of mind-fucking. I drifted off to sleep, the plug keeping Daddy's load safe inside me. ********* I slept hard enough I didn't have any dreams. But sometime, hours later, there was a banging at my front door. "What the fuck," I said, feeling like death as I sat up. I saw daylight peaking through the curtains. I waited, hoping whoever the fuck it was would go away, when suddenly I heard the unmistakable sound of a key turning in the lock. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. I pulled the blankets around me in confusion as the door opened. Had Daddy made a key to my apartment? But the footsteps weren't Daddy's. "Hello," Renee said sweetly, standing in the doorway. Fear stuck in my throat, as she approached me. "I..." "I've done a lot of thinking," she said, struggling not to cry. "You're right. We should work on things. I... I just needed some time. I've missed you." She sat next to me on the bed, and took my hand in hers. "Where..." she said, looking down at my hand, then smiled apologetically. "Well it's only fair. I guess I'm not wearing mine either." She pulled me in for a hug saying, "I'm really happy to see you. What have you been doing while I was gone?" As I thought of what to say, my ass involuntarily clenched around the glass plug that was still held our rings inside my guts, soaking in the loads of the strangers who had used me only hours before.

Hi, my name is Ben. I turned 18 a few months ago and I am finishing out my last year in High School. A year and half ago my mother got remarried to a nice man. He is tall, attractive and he treats my mother well. Things were going great until his son Martin (Marty) moved in. His mother kicked him. He is 23 years old and still mooching off his parents as my mother described it. My mom set some ground rule. He had a curfew, no drinking, drugging or women over. Marty chuckled when he walked about saying, there is only of those rules I intend to follow. He said, no women, as he turned to me and said, I only fuck men and winked at me. I froze, what the fuck, I shrugged it off and we headed up to our rooms. We shared a bathroom. Marty was totally annoying. He kept coming into my room and asked me where things were and about our parent's routine, if ever snuck out. He asked me a ton of questions as I rattled off the answers, he asked me if I ever sucked dick. I stuttered and said, no, fuck no. He asked me more questions. Then he returned to his room. I listened to music and thought to myself, that was totally fucked up. Let me share a little more about me, I am a bit shy and have never dated. I have always thought I was straight, that is why I jack off about! Women, and the porn I watched had women in it. I had never pictured guy sex but had no problem with guys being gay. I often wished I was one of the jocks who go all the girls in high school. I always wanted to be taller, I stood just 5’8 140 pounds, had curly blond hair and blue eyes. Marty on the other hand looked like a jock frat boy, tall at 6’2 190 pounds, cocky and confident muscled with a couple tats and liked to share that he was hung, he showed off his bulge all the time. Then next morning was Saturday and we both slept in, Marty was up first and when he was out of the shower, he walked into my room naked and still toweling off asking me where the lotion was. Fuck dude, I said. It is in the bottom drawer. He just stood there, his body all chiseled with tats and a huge dick even soft. He may be better soft than I am hard. Fuck, I thought. Wish I had a dick like that. He smiled at me and winked again when he caught me staring at it. I looked up, just as he winked at me, and I blushed and looked away. He said, show me dude. I got up and had to walk past him all naked with his town in his hand and went and opened the drawer and showed him right where they were. I handed it to him, he said, while you are here buddy why don’t you put lotion on my back. I hesitated, he opened the lotion bottle as he grabbed my hand and put the lotion on it, then he turned around. His back was totally muscled, and he had a big bubble butt. I started rub the lotion on his back and worked my way down. He said, do my entire backside bud. I always miss something when I do it. I had never touched anyone like this before and it was making me hard a little. I continued down to his legs and then finally his butt. Just as I finished, he turned around and his dick had grown, and it was right in front of me. He said, now my legs. I started to lube up his legs and I soon worked my way up to his thighs and his dick was getting hard and grow to at least ten inches. His pubic hair was clipped, and he just had a patch above his dick. I froze again. My boxers were now tented, I had never thought about another man before but here I was touching my stepbrother. He grabbed me and pulled me up. He said, how about we get you out of these clothes so you can shower. He reached down and pushed my boxers off, my seven- and half-inch dick pointed out. It was thick and uncut but nowhere near as big as Marty. He then pulled off my shirt, he told me to get in the shower and when I was finished to come into his room, and he would help me with the lotion. He turned me toward the shower, and I got in and showered up, I was still hard when I got out and I tried to put a towel around, but I was too boned. So, I held it in front of me and walked in. I was standing there in Marty’s room naked, he motioned for me to come over to him, I sheepishly walked over, as he was on his bed, still naked himself. He looked at me and said, looks like we have a stubborn one here. He grabbed the towel and moved his head to my dick, I tried to pull back, but his hand grabbed my hips and held me as he engulfed my dick. He only blew me for three minutes and I shot my load. He swallowed which I found gross at the time. He then looked up and said, now that your erection is under control let me put lotion on your back. I turned around, as he rubbed lotion all over my back, then my legs and finally my ass. He messaged it in and then spread my check as he rubbed it down my crack and then on my hole. I gasped a little as he worked his finger around my hole and then he slid a finger inside me. I tried to pull away, but he said, hold still dude as he held my hip tight. He was soon inside me fingering my hole and I moaned a little. He said, yea, I knew you would like that. He fingered me for three or four minutes and then turned me around, I was rock hard again and he sucked my dick again, after five minutes I shot my load. He said, that is enough for this morning, I will be back tonight before curfew so I can teach you more. Seems like no one has taught you about sex yet. Don’t worry, I will make sure you know everything you need to know. He winked again and I walked back through the bathroom and in my room. Wondering what the fuck happened and what else did he want to teach me. I tried to but this all out of my mind, but I found myself in jack off session with lotion rubbing my hole while I jacked my cock. I even slipped a finger inside my hole, making me shot a huge load. I was both excited and worried about Marty coming home tonight. He arrived and chatting with my parents for a long time. I even went down, they wanted Marty and I to get to know each other more and thought this weekend would be a good time for us to hang out while they were out of town. Fuck, really, of all times to leave. My mother pulled me aside and told me I was to make sure Marty stayed in line. I thought, how the hell am I going to do that. He already had total control over me. I told her I would but not very convincingly. My parents escaped to their side of the house, and I turned on the TV to watch a movie. Marty came in, saying that sounds like a good idea. Let’s watch that up in my room. I pretended that I did not hear him, he grabbed the remote turning the TV off, then my hand and lead e upstairs all the way to his room. He told me to hope up on his bed, a full size and get comfortable. He undressed in front of me and slipped on a pair of shorts with no underwear and a t-shirt. I for some reason was rock hard again. He crawled into bed hitting the TV remote, to the station we were watching downstairs. I was completely silent. He got comfortable, always having a part of his body touching mine. He legs at first, then his arm. He finally said, how about you get comfortable, slip off your pants, he got me a t-shirt of his and tossed it to me. Put this one. I did, that for some reason got my heart racing. I wanted to run downstairs but could not. His shit was big on me and once I put it on, he pulled off my boxer shorts. It was suddenly a short dress that smelled like him. He got up and locked the door and the bathroom door and came back to bed. I had slipped under the sheets, so did he. He said, okay little bud, have you ever kissed anyone? A guy or a girl? I said no, I have not kissed a girl. Hoping he would take the hint. I thought so he said, tonight we are going to practice kissing. He turned to me and kissed me on the lips. Then he said do it back, I leaned in reluctantly and have him a peck on his lips. Then he came back and held my head and he started to kiss me harder and longer. I tried to his him back, he was doing most of the kissing and then his tongue went into my mouth, and I tried to pull back, but he had my head. What started out as repulsive soon turned to excitement. He sucked my tongue and kissed me making out with me then broke it off. That is a little better, he put his arm around me as we went back to watching the movie. Five minutes later he whispered, now you need to kiss me like you mean it, just like I kissed you. I moved in and kissed him on the lips, he opened his mouth a little and I slipped my tongue inside, he began to kiss me back. I broke it off after five minutes, he looked at me saying Ben you are a good learner. Not great but better. We will have you being a great kissed by the end of the night. I thought seriously, but he was serious, we made out for another couple outs till he said OKAY you are good enough. I though, good enough for what, we will do more training tomorrow. You should head to bed. Keep my shirt on no boxers. You can take them but do not wear them. I am going to have to buy you some more attractive underwear. I went back to my room, I got in bed and jacked off pretending to kiss Marty as I felt my hole and shot a huge load. I used my boxers to rub the cum off my stomach. Marty was on the phone with someone, I could not hear what he was saying other than come over when you get off work. I dozed off but woke up to what I though was party feeling my legs, then my balls, my cock and up my chest. He pinched my nipple and then leaned in and kissed me. We made out; Marty changed how he was kissing but it was still hot. The kissing went down my body and soon he was sucking my cock, licking my balls and he lifted my legs and ate my hole. I began to moan and say fuck that feels amazing. That wet tongue darting in my hole and tongue fucking me. My legs were dropped, my cock was again engulfed as a finger slide inside me I shot my load in his mouth. After he swallowed, he came back and kissed me so I could taste my cum. Then without a word he was gone, I dozed off again feeling completely satisfied. In the morning we were both in the bathroom and I just looked at him remembering how amazing the night before was when he woke me up in the morning. I later found out that the guy who came in my room was not Marty but a friend of his. For the next three nights while our parents were gone, I was serviced each night. It felt different each time, but I loved it. When my parents returned, they told us they were going on a two-week vacation in a few weeks and since we had not burnt the house down, they would not have our uncle come stay unless they needed to. The lessons continued, I soon was kissing Marty all over his body, sucking his big dick and licking his balls. Two weeks in he finally had me lick his hole while he jacked off. He seemed to really like that. He told me I do that well, he had me tongue him each night before bed. He stopped touching me otherwise except in the dark. Our parents had left and that night, he showed me how to clean out. We watched a video and then he took me into the bathroom, showed me how to do an enema. He gave me a kiss, gave me a different shit to wear and sent me off to my bedroom. I asked him why, he just winked at me. I fell slap and just like last time while my parents were gone, I was awoken and serviced, kissed and then my legs lifted. Hole fingered but this time with lubed and two fingers. Then for the first time a dick slipped inside me, fuck this hurt. A hand went over my mouth as the dick slide deeper inside me. He fucked me for five minute and then let his hand off my mouth. I had started to moan by now and ten minutes in he shot his load inside me. Instead of leaving this time he spooned me, thirst minutes later he slid inside me and fucked me for twenty more minutes and he shot his second load inside me. Then he got up, locked the bathroom door, showered then left. This happened each night, I would lick Marty’s hole, catch his load and swallow it and then get fucked in the dark. Neither of us said a work, I had realized these guys were not Marty but liked all the attention and realized I loved my ass being used. That is until the day my parents were coming home. Marty said, Ben, you are a good kid man. My buds love you, but when our parents are here it will have to be you and me, unless you are up for some daytime fun? Sure, why not, I said. Good to hear, I will let my buds know. They say you are a great fuck. I smiled at him and wanted to ask him why he had not fucked me, but I was too timid to ask. The first day time happed a few days after our parents returned. He drove me to a house in a nice neighborhood and told me the nice man would uber me home. I got out and kept looking back as I hesitantly walked up to the door. I rang the bell; Marty had driven off before a good-looking tall guy opened the door. The man smiled at me and said, you are better looking than your pics. Come in, let's get comfortable. He brought me a drink; it was my first-time having alcohol, it was sweet, and I drank it. He could tell I was nervous. We talked, when he could see the alcohol kick in, he had me stand up and he undressed me. He told me he was married but he liked young guys when his wife was away. He was rubbing my chest, then he leaned in and kissed me as he unbuttoned my pants and pushed them and my underwear to the ground. I was rock hard, he held my cock in his hand as he said, nice cock boy. Love your hairless body, I did not have any hair except above my penis. Even my balls were hairless. He pulled off his shirt and revealed an eight pack and a hairy stomach and chest. I rubbed my hand on his stomach and chest and felt his manly body. I moved my hands down to his belt and unfastened it, then unbuttoned his pants. When I unzipped his zipper, I could fee his big unit. I pushed his pants down, he was not wearing underwear, so his big dick hung semi hard. I picked it up, put it in my mouth and sucked his big dick as it grew in my mouth. He was not Marty’s length, but he was thick. I was having a hard time sucking past his head. I licked and sucked his head, he pulled out. He pulled me up and kissed me, he told me that I did better than his wife. I know you will get better with time. Sounds like he wants to see me again, is what I thought. Wow, this guy is sexy, he led me over to the sofa, his ass was so round. He sat down, I got right between his legs and licked and suck on his dick. He pushed my head down a little more every time I went down on him, and I soon had four inches inside. Then five, just when I was struggling, he let me head pull off so I could breathe and lifted his legs and told me to eat his hole. I licked on that hole and tongued him. He just moaned and held my head so I would go deeper. I tongued his hole for five minutes, he turned around so I could get a better angle and he did not have to hold his legs up. I ate away at his hole. Between his moans he said fuck if my wife could do this, I would not need you. What I took from that is he needs me, no one has ever said that to me. I liked it and ate his hole even more. He told me to kiss him, I got up and leaned in, he turned his head to make out with me as he lubed my cock. He broke off the kiss, saying rub your dick on my hole. He put some lube on his hole and I rubbed it up and down. He pressed his ass out and on one of my fucking motioned his hole caught the head of my cock and I pressed in a little. I pulled it out and went back to fucking his crack and then he did it again. This time I pressed in further and he moaned. My cock was tingling so much, I have never felt something like this. I slide more of my cock in, and he pushed back. Soon I was all the way inside him. He moved back and forth on my cock; fuck I love this I thought. I started to fuck his hole, soon my balls tightened, and I shot my load inside him. I was still rock hard, and he just backed up on my cock more. I never went down, and I fucked him some more and ten minutes later I shot my second load inside him. I pulled out and he told me to lick his hole again. I got down and tonged and licked that hot hole tasting my very own cum inside him. He let me do this for five minutes, then he said kiss me. He turned round, we made out then he led me to the bedroom. He said, now it is my turn to feel you inside. That frightened me, he was so big fuck I could never take him. He put me up on the bed, pushing my head down into a pillow as he got behind me and ate my hole. He started to finger me with lube, and he soon had three fingers inside me. I felt him stretching me and it hurt, I just bit on the pillow. He twisted them around, then he got a brown bottom, he lifted my head and put it up to my left nostril and had me inhale, then my right. Fuck that stuff made my head spin. He leaned in and kissed me, when he broke the kiss, he said. Babe you need to keep hitting those till I tell you to stop. Got it, I nodded my head and started. He went back to fingering my hole, it felt a lot better. Soon he had four fingers inside my tight hole, he pulled them out as he said that’s good boy. Then he lined up his fat cock and pressed it against my hole and he said, hit them again babe. He slid inside with a pop; I was breathless for several seconds and then I began to panic. Fuck, that is a lot of cock. He slowly inched inside me telling me what a good boy I was, he was so proud of me. He kept reminding me to hit the poppers until he was all the way inside me. He soon had me on my side, and he was slow fucking me as I whimpered, every time I was just about to tell him it was too much, he would remind me to hit the poppers. It was like he knew I was about to give up, after twenty minutes he was able to slow fuck me with several inches of his cock and I heard him say baby, you are about to get my nut. You are so hot and doing such a good job for daddy. You want my load don’t you boy. I nodded my head, he said babe, you your words. Tell daddy you want his load. I said, Daddy, please give me your load. He picked up his pace and several minutes later as I hit the poppers again, he shot his load inside me. He did not pull out till he went soft. His dick just slipped out of me as my hole closed keeping his cum inside me. He kissed my neck and said, lets shower. We got in the shower, and he cleaned me up, with soap and his hands all over me. Then he did himself. I shampooed my hear, as I waited for him to finish, and we stepped out. He handed me a towel and I dried off, rapped the two around my waist. He quickly pulled it off as he told me naked when you are with me. I need to see that beautiful boy body. I walked around totally self-conscious as he dressed. Then he got out his phone and videotaped me. He had me bend over and spread my checks so he could see my hole. Then he wanted me with my legs up on my back spreading it. After he was satisfied, he told me to get dressed. The uber will be here soon he said. I dressed quickly, he kissed me one last time before the uber arrived. He showed me to the door and said wait on the porch babe. I twill only be a minute as he shut the door and locked it. He was right, minutes later the uber arrived. My ass had started to get sore and sitting was started to bother me a little. The Driver seemed to notice and asked if I was okay. I just smiled and said, yea I am good. We made it back to the house, my parents were home, so I made some small talk with them, then headed upstairs. I got to my room and Marty came in a few minutes later. Little bro, you are such a hot little slut. That guy wants to see you Friday. I said, I don’t know. Oh bud, you got to do it. Come on, I am going to run out for a few hours but when I get back, I will need that hot mouth and tongue of yours. Hearing all about your hot sex has gotten me horny as fuck. I thought, fuck hope he does not want to fuck me too. I grabbed some pills from the medicine cabinet, Tylenol I believe. They helped a little, but I was still sore when Marty returned. I went into this bedroom and pulled off his shorts and sucked his big cock, licked his balls and ate his ass. He got hot, put his legs down and said suck the cum out of my balls you little sexy whore. I did not love him calling me a slut or a whore. I swallowed his load and headed back to my bedroom, curled up and fell asleep. In the morning I felt a lot better. I showed and rushed off to school since I overslept. In third period, I got a text from Mary. He sends the address of a local hotel and told me to go at 3 PM today to room 241. No more information but I had an idea what I was going there for. I was supper excited, anxious and nervous all wrapped into one. I finished last period, I wondered how I would clean out and if it would hurt. I opened my backpack and Marty had stopped by. How did he know my combination, did I tell him? I will figure that out later. There was a note that read: Little bro, I brough you a few things you may need for today. Your enema, lube, poppers (the brown bottle) and a jock have fun today. I went to the bathroom and cleaned out, slipped on the jock and headed to the hotel, it was a ten-minute walk from my school. When I arrived, I went up to room 241 and knocked. The man who opened the door was much older than the hot guy. He was good looking for a guy who looked older than my dad. He invited me in, once I stepped inside, he said, how about you undress while I pour us a drink. I slipped out of my clothes; the man came back with a drink for me. I sipped on it; it did not taste that great, but I sucked it down while this older man touched my little boy body. I stood there in my jock as he touched me all over, then he began to kiss my body, suck on my nipples, then kiss is way to my mouth making out with me hard as his hands slide my jock off and it dropped to the floor. He picked me up and carried me to the bed. I was totally naked, and he was still fully dressed, he laid me on the bed and engulfed my rock yard cock, sucking my balls and cock at the same time and then he lifted my legs and at my ass. He ate me for five minutes as I moaned. The drink was kicking in, he broke away from eating my hole, dropped my legs and stood up as he started to undress. He pulled his shirt off, his chest was well belt with black and gray hair all over it. He unfasted his pants and slipped them down with his tidy whiteys and stood back up. His pubic hair was black and gray, he had huge balls, but what stood out was his huge dick. It was long like Marty and thick like the other guys. His dick was starting to grow, I got up and came over to him and held his big dick as he leaned down and kissed me. He said, I see my boy likes daddy's big dick. I said, I do daddy. I got down and started to suck his cock. It was not as thick as the married guy but still thicker than Marty. I sucked his dick; I could get six inches in my mouth. His dick slipped out of his mouth as he got some lube. I grabbed my poppers as he lubed up my hole and fingered it. It started to hurt a little, but the bottoms helped. Once I was lubed up inside, he got on the bed and lubed his big dick and told me to sit on his daddy dick. I straddled him and lowered myself. He guided me to his cock, as he said. I love watching a boy take my entire dick. I really did not think that was possible. His dick head as right on my hole. I hit the poppers three times each side as his hand held my hips and he pressed his cock inside me. He held me steady as he impaled me slowly on his big dick. He kept looking into my eyes. He had entered me six inches or so when he said. Babe, hit the popper. I did again and his again pressed on my hips as he got atoner two inches inside me. He lifted me up and then pressed me down. I hit the poppers when he told me to and twenty minutes in, he was all the way inside me. He pulled me forward and slowly fucked my hole while I moaned and whimpered into his chest. This went on for twenty more minutes and he shot his first load inside me. He leaned over to the side as he pulled his huge cock out of me and then told me to clean his dick. I sucked, licked and cleaned him up. It was hot tasting the cum on his cock. When I finished, he made me another drink, I sipped on it. It was going to my head. We talked while we both drank our drinks. I was drunk in no time, he told me that he was married, would be in town one or two days a week for the next three months and needed a boy like me. I smiled and told him I loved his big dick. I was soon, on my knees sucking on that big dick, before I knew it, he had me on my back with my legs in the air, he was inside me fucking me with long strokes for twenty more minutes before he groaned and shot his second load inside me. He slid out, saying that is just what I needed. He again had me clean his cock, then said, how about you get dressed and let yourself out, he grabbed his wallet and handed me forty dollars, this will get you home in a cab. He got in the shower, I went to get dressed, he left his walled on the dresser. I was so curious; I found his license and his name was Gary Stevens and he was 56 years old. Fuck, this guy could be my grandfather. I rushed out, downstairs I caught a taxi and had the driver drop me off a block from home and walked home with that old guy cum inside me. I make me hot, besides I had not cum yet and needed to rush upstairs and jack off. I was hoping Marty did not interrupt me. Once in the room, I locked both doors and jacked off. Marty had tried to open my door when I was about to cum, he even knocked but I did not answer and shot my load. I cleaned up and unlocked the door. Marty came in and said, you fucking locked me out. I stammered and said no, but. Marty grabbed me by the chin and said, never lock that door again. You can keep our parents out, but you can never lock me out. Understand. I said, yes, I understand. He said, good. I do not want to have to have to hurt you for not listening. I looked at him wondering if he was serious or just joking. I decided not to find out. He then barked, be in my room at 10:30 tonight. I need serviced and be ready to suck me deep you little cock hound. I laid back on my bed and smiled a little.

I live alone in a second floor unit of a security block of units. My lease was coming up and I was moving to a fully furnished house, so I didn't need most of my existing furniture. So I was selling pieces off one by one online. The deal was you had to come and pick it up and take it away yourself. I am 5'7" in my 30's with an athletic build. Reasonably tight arse and smooth body except for my arse and pubes. I am also a very hungry bottom and I love being seeded. But lately with everything that has been going on getting ready for the move there has not been much action. But I was cleaning myself out every day to be ready in case an opportunity arose. I was selling the single bed from the spare room and it was all as usual. A mum wanted it for her kids etc. The usual boring shit. Then she messaged and said her brother would come pick it up with his ute for her in the afternoon. That was all fine and I hadn't thought much more about it. It was summer, so nice and warm and I was in shorts and singlet and a bit sweaty from moving things around. But there were storm clouds rolling over. The buzzer sounded and a deep gruff voice said it was Dan for the bed. I buzzed him up. A short while later there is a knock at the door and I open the door to reveal a middle eastern god. I mean, I cannot find a better way to describe him. He was 6' tall, short dark hair with a trimmed facial beard and piercing blue eyes. He was obviously a smoker. I smelt it radiate off him the second I opened the door. He was wearing a tight white singlet and quite tight gym shorts. He had a glorious hairy chest bursting from his singlet and his gym shorts were tight enough that I could see he had quite a nice package down there. I had to be very conscious not to stop and stare at his crotch. He had numerous tattoos and a full sleeve on his left arm. And embedded in the tattoos on his left arm sleeve was a clear and distinct biohazard tattoo. I pretty much fixated on the tattoo probably too long and I am pretty sure he noticed. Because when I looked back into his eyes he sprout a huge cheeky smile and his whole demeanour changed to being quite friendly. "I'm Dan. Here to pick up the bed" I initially stuttered a bit out of awe and just how good looking he was. "Um yeah right. Did you need a hand getting the mattress down to your ute?" "Yeah, that would be great. So much easier that way" As we were talking the sound of a few thunder claps sounded and there was a sudden down pour of rain outside. "Shit" Dan says and he walks out to my enclosed balcony to confirm what he just heard. I get to see him from behind and he had rock hard arse muscles. Either from gym work outs or lots of thrusting/fucking (I hoped) lol. "This is not supposed to last long" he says " do you mind if I hang here until it passes? I don't want the mattress to get wet." "For sure" I say "I have nothing else on for the rest of the afternoon." to which he immediately cracks another cheeky grin. "Do you mind if I have a smoke on the balcony?" "Sure - no problems. Do you want a drink while we wait?" "Fuck that be great - wouldn't have a beer would you?" "Sure do" I say and go in to the kitchen and grab a couple of beers while he lights up on the balcony. I bring the beer out and hand it too him and he offers me a smoke and I accept. We both have a drink and smoke on the balcony and make small talk. But I am getting all awkward as I keep looking at either his crotch or his tattoo and he has definitely noticed. After we finish our smoke, he says "while we wait, the sister said I should make sure the mattress is in good condition. You mind if I check it out?" "Sure, follow me" and I lead him into the spare bedroom where the bed posts etc are against the wall and the mattress is laying on the floor. Dan is directly behind me. I can almost feel and definitely smell him. I walk into the room and point to the mattress "it's in really good condition". That is all I get out. I feel Dan's body press up behind mine and his hands wrap around my lower body and start feeling me all over from behind. I feel his breath on my need as he pecks it and and I can already feel the bulge in his shorts growing and pressing against his shorts and my back and arse. "My sister said I should make sure it is in good condition, and what better way to test it than fuck a guy on it. I know you want it". My hands grab his hands as they explore my body and I lean my head back against his chest and he is kissing my ear now. "More than you could possibly imagine". He chuckles, "I saw you noticed my tattoo's. Is that a problem?" I am literally on heat as he embraces me and I feel and smell his manhood behind me. His cock is rock hard by now and it is a solid eight inches. "Once you see my arse, you'll have your answer to that question." I don't know if he is poz detectable or undetectable, but at this point nothing matters. I went off PreP three months ago due to side effects, but I just want this man inside me. I have already surrendered to him. I turn around and he tongue kisses me so passionately that he is clearly as turned on as I am. There is even a wet patch on his shorts from his pre-cum. His hold is so strong and this is a man I want to be taken by. I step back and lift his singlet off and his chest is that perfectly thick dark hair, bit it is refined and has clean boundaries. He removes my singlet and we are opposites. His hairy middle eastern body and my smooth one. We kiss again and his rock hard cock is pressing against my belly button because he is so much taller than me. He just smells and tastes like a man should. He kisses me more and looks me in the eye, "I haven't cum for 5 days man. It's gonna be big" and he smiles with that evil grin. "You may need to cum more than once then" I respond. I drop to my knees and pull his shorts down and like I thought he is commando. I go to suck it and he stops me, lifts me back up and kisses me. "There will be time for that later. My balls literally hurt they are that full and I need to release the first wave of babies first. He smiles and then without warning pulls my short and underwear down and pushes me on to the mattress face down. It is then that he notices I have a tattoo of a pig on my left arse cheek and it is pointing to my hole. "Oh baby, you are going to be my little piglet today" He kneels down behind me and spits on my arse hole and before I know it he is pushing the head of his cock inside me. It's been a while and I am tight, but he notices and goes slowly. Before I know it he is balls deep inside me. "FUCK! I haven't bred a hole for a while, this feels so good." He starts fucking me faster and deeper and it feels great. I reach around to stop him and he says "you ok?". I say, "yeah, but I want to see your eyes when you cum". Without pulling out he flips me on to my back and my ankles are no around his shoulders. He leans in balls deep inside me and says "better?" and kisses me as he continues to fuck me. I can tell he is getting close and he stops balls deep in me. "Mate, like I said its been a while, and I am close. You want this?" And I respond "I want this so much. Make me yours" and he smiles, kisses me and starts fucking and picking up the pace. Then he says "here it cums man. a five day load that may change your life forever" and he looks me straight in the eyes and grunts and groans as he is bottoming out on my arse and I can feel the pulsations of his cock as he pumps and pumps and pumps more seed in me than I think I have ever taken in one fuck. As he is pumping his seed inside me I reach up and start to massage and feel his biohazard tattoo knowing full well what is happening. He notices and this clearly turns him on more. After what seems like the biggest load ever, he collapses on top of me kissing me slowly. He goes soft and pops out of my hole and then rolls to my side taking a breath. "Fuck, I need a smoke now". We get our shorts and singlets back on and step back out on the balcony and it is still raining. He lights up a smoke for us both and we enjoy a smoke as we chat more about each other. He is far more touchy feeling now and it is nice. He slides his hand down the back of my shorts and slides a finger up my wet hole and a glob of cum drips down my leg. "It felt so good inside you man." and I can see he is getting hard again. " I know we probably should have discussed this first, but I guessed you were ok with the fact that I am poz. I saw you notice my tattoo and also feel it when I impregnated you. What I didn't say was I am not on any medication and probably quite toxic. That's why the big load. It's been hard finding someone ok with my status." I respond with a deep wet kiss and "I don't care. I would let you share your seed and poz babies with me anytime you want." To be continued.

Hello, it has been a while since I last came on BZ. I thought I would move on from my pig days but I realize that I am a true pig and that by writing these stories, I discover another part of me that was hidden. This story is inspired by one of my many rendezvous in this city I now call home. Montreal. Hope you enjoy. I will also try to continue my previous posts but if anything, I think starting fresh would be better so no promises. Here goes nothing. Part 1 After receiving my confirmation that I would be graduating with honors, I told myself that I was going to let lose. Submit to every temptation that I've put on for the past 6 months. I redownloaded my apps and began refreshing every hour to see who would want to top me. With the exception of weed and poppers, I never tried any other drugs due to the fact that I promised to stay stable during my undergrad years. Since Freshmen year, some friends I knew got into coke, ketamine and dropped out. Being on scholarship meant that the stakes were higher. My willpower was strong. Was. By 11pm, I thought of calling it a day as no one around my area would be interested in a 25 y/o twink whose locked photos are him in a PUMP jock. I wasn't too bad, just very choosy. Most guys who messaged me were closeted or discreet. I wanted more. Despite being called a twink throughout college, I managed to gain some strength over the past few months. Going to the gym was my way to relief the stress of academia. Going to bathouses second. But I always played safe. For some reason, tonight, I felt very piggy. It was probably because I started jacking off to Treasure Island Media when the semester ended. Being a celibate for a while really does get the worst in you. I can understand why most closeted Mormon guys I hooked up with have the weirdest kink. But mine I would say is starting to get darker. I threw my phone on the other side of my bed and laid in defeat, thinking that I'm probably going to brush off this urge I had. Suddenly at 1 AM, a no-pic profile messaged me. "Hey, boy." "Boy?" "Yeah, you. I've seen you at the gym with your tight hairy blonde ass. Pale and slender like the twink you are." "Lol. Who are you?" "Your master." "What?" I then received 5 photos of a stocky built man in leather with one of the largest cock I've seen. Not to mention, a PA. Only one tattoo on his navel. Biohazard. His eyes were green and his beard was bushy. He looked around late 40s. Both tits were pierced and his grin made my cock twitch. He also sent 6 more videos, all which shows him fucking guys around my age, from your average jock to your typical twink like me. Each video ends with the bottom begging him to breed him. Their eyes were fully dilated and it seemed as if they were on something. Strangely, I got hard. This was what I secretly needed I thought to myself. "Hot pics. I'm Felix. You?" "Who I am doesn't matter. You're going to call me Master and you're going to come over here." "No way.." Before I finished typing I backspaced and wrote "Where?" Master lived a few stations away from where I was. Pie-IX. It took 10 minutes to reach his place. Luckily, I caught the last train for the night. I found myself in front of a renovated duplex that indicated the much detested gentrification that's plaguing the city. I buzzed #6 and climbed up. As the door open, I see Master in a leather harness and chaps. His muscles were squeezing out of the black outfit he was wearing and it made me think twice of why I came here. Less than 10 messages exchanged and here I am in front of a Dom one head taller than me. Never would I see myself in this position a few years ago when I volunteered for the LGBT Club during Pride. "Hello Felix. I'm Pierre. But call me Master when you're in my house. It's nice to finally see you outside the gym shower." Upon closer inspection of his face, I realized who Master is. When I first started lifting, I remembered seeing a man of his stature jacking off in the shower during my morning workout. We made eye contact but the fog made it hard to fully recognize him. He would always wear a tanktop and a dirty jockstrap under his thigh high shorts. His ass was spectacular. I never had the guts to ask him how much he squats. All I know was that his intimidating presence always made my workout shorter. Deep inside, he knew that he turned me on. "Oh wow...I remember you." "It's been a while, eh? Why don't I see you at the gym anymore?" "Finals. Just graduated last week. Feeling kinda horny now and got lazy to go to the gym. Shit, I've always wanted to say Hi to you." "But you didn't. Good. I wouldn't want to distract you from your studies. I know I have had guys from your college transformed after meeting me." "You're not shy, aren't you? Transform?" "For the better. You'll see. Wanna come in?" I didn't know what I was getting myself into but his friendliness in real life compared to online made me step in. "Care for some water? Or gatorade? There's a special ingredient." I was curious to know what the special ingredient was so I agreed on gatorade. He told me that this drink would make me feel better. I protested that I don't do hard drugs. "A little drink never hurt anybody, right? Plus, this is safe. You'll be alright. I'm here." Very comforting. I thought, fuck it I don't have any more responsibilities for now. Summer is here. I gulped the drink and he started asking me a series of questions that felt like I was being interrogated. "What did you expect when you come here?" "I don't know. I just want to get fucked. Have some fun because I deserve it. Worked my ass off for college that my ass now needs some actual work. Your videos also tempted me." Shit, can't believe I said that. "Yes, those videos always make guys hard to resist. Tell me Felix, what are you into?" "I'm mostly versatile but I've been thinking of bottoming more. Getting fucked rough. Been watching some dirty porn. Thought of trying new things. But I play safe though." "Interesting. Have you tried any toys?" "I have a dildo and a buttplug that I rarely use. I also have some jocks but I'm going commando tonight." "Do you want to experience new things?" By now, I started to feel a bit lightheaded and everything felt like it was in the right place. "Sure. Meeting someone as old and hot as you is already a new experience. Why me, though?" "I do the questions, Felix. As for why you, I've always had a preference for college guys. Twink types with bubbly ass that needs some kneading. The ones who are secretly addicted to cum and is a true cumdump. Do you think that might be you?" I hesitated to answer because I do love cum. Just in my mouth. So I thought. I enjoy nourishing cum but the idea of cum in my ass seemed so far fetch. Yet, deep down, I know that it would be one of the hottest things to experience. Seeing a video of a guy getting bred by 10 different guys made me wish I was the center of attention. Even after factoring my stance on playing safe. It was a conflicting thought. "I'm not sure..I might get a disease and all that." "Might. Not definitely" "Yeah, there's a risk to it. Even if it would be fucking hot to have cum drip out of my ass from different guys." I wasn't sure whether it's the drink or my inner thoughts thinking out loud again but I was clearly succumbing to him. "So it's fucking hot, you say? And the risk, so what? I'm positive and I take meds. Sometimes. I still live. Not many side effects." By now, I can see where the conversation was going and the better part of me still tried to reason it out but the real side of me could only respond with "Really? And you're okay with that?" "Yes, I'm okay with that. Other people, not so but who cares? They don't have to know unless I state it. Plus, don't you think that raw bareback sex is the true way we should fuck? Having one's seed in you? Being a part of someone? To claim and be claimed? As nature intended to?" The effects of the drink was now stronger and I realized that I have been holding a hard on for a while. "I mean, your cock is rock hard for a reason, right Felix?" I'm not sure why but every time he calls me Felix, I get turned on more and more. "Hm, as nature intended too...I guess you're right..I could try. It would be hot with you." Why was I saying this? His aura definitely revealed a different side of me. "Do you want me to breed you, Felix?" "Yes." I've fully succumbed to the drink by now and I have no regrets. "Do you want me to use my toys on you? Stretch your ass and make you become the real cumdump you are?" "Yes." No regrets again. "Excellent. Let's relax and have a smoke first before we continue. We have the whole night. Or weekend if you last long." At first, I thought that we would be smoking some weed but Master brought in a different kind of pipe. A glass one. He then inserted some substance that looked like salt rocks and lit a butane lighter under it. "Hey, what is that?" "No Hey, it's Master. You will not disrespect me in my house." It's striking how quick his tone changed after I agreed to his proposals. "Master, what kind of weed is that?" "It's not weed, Felix, it's my good friend Tina. You're going to enjoy her. Don't be shy now." As Master took the pipe away from the lighter and inhaled the smoke, Master embraced me and we made our first kiss. "Breathe in, boy." Now I'm called boy. I don't even know why I agreed to inhaled but I'm glad that it didn't taste so bad or burnt as bad as most joints would. "Hold it in and don't let go until I tell you to." I kept it in and after a few moments, Master gestured me to open my mouth and a trail of white smoke was expelled. My heart began pumping and I felt an intense rush that I've never felt before. Everything felt amazing and when I saw Master, it felt like I need to worship him. We shotgunned, as Master would say for a few times and with every breathe I inhaled from Master's mouth, the more I am obligated to him. It was a completely new feeling that I had never felt before. Soon, Master told me to strip and to follow him to his bedroom. Master then brought me to his bathroom where I was told to kneel on all fours. I starred at the lights in enhancement as I felt a cold liquid applied on my ass and crotch. Master was now shaving me gently. "We want a clean and smooth boy, don't we?" I nodded and whispered "Yes, Master." A tip of a nozzle was then inserted into my ass and I suddenly felt full. "Don't worry boy, this is to clean you out. You've douched before. The only difference is that this is a bit special. It's meeting Tina after." My ass felt full and I could recall a tingling sensation happening. After releasing the liquid from my bowel, Master fingered me. Oddly enough, his fingers felt like it was covered in sand. "Wow, Master, Wow" I couldn't explain how I felt. Only that Master's finger no longer felt like sand. It felt smooth like cream. I moaned louder than I started and Master turned on the shower head to fully wash me. Stepping out of the shower, Master took out one of his dirty jocks that looked like it was ravaged by cum and piss. On the band, it says POZ PIG. Before instructing me to wear it, Master made me inhale the jock and savor its odor. "This boy, is my golden jock. Many boys before you have worn this and have earned the title that you'll soon receive" Despite being worn numerous of times, it snapped on me perfectly. I looked myself in the mirror and I noticed that my body is now completely shaved except for my head. When Master touches me, it feels like electricity running through my nerves. "Get on the bed now, boy. On your back. We've only just begun. You're doing very good so far." I lied on the bed and Master took out some ropes that was then tightly tied from the bed poster to my limbs. Each leg was tied to each arm to ensure that my ass was spread out to give Master the view he deserved. I was still in bliss thanks to my new friend Tina. Master came up to me and put the pipe in my mouth, directing me to inhale 6 times. The rule was that for every 30 minutes, I would get 6 shots. The lights were then dimmed to reveal the ceiling lights which had UV lamps. Master then took out a chest under his bed. In it contains all the toys that he would use on me. First, he took out a pair of gloves and a jar. The label on the jar read + CUM X + Master came up to me to peck me and brush my face before proclaiming, "This is the last time I will be soft on you. I will be soft on you after you're done which we both aren't sure of when. Are you ready to submit to me? To release your inhibition and be who you truly are?" "YES, MASTER. I AM READY. I SURRENDER MYSELF TO YOU." I shouted with full confidence and determination to realize my true potential. Master only responded with "Good boy. That's the cumdump bitch that's starting to come out of the second closet speaking." He was right. I didn't know where this came from. Techno music started playing and without warning, I felt Master's fingers in me with the content of the jar. It glowed under the lights. First it was one, then two. After, it was his palm and by the time his whole fist was in me, it felt incredible. Despite his warning, Master was gentle and my ass accommodated him with agility. To avoid an early rosebud, Master did not spend too much time fisting me. Rather, he began inserting a string of anal beads to stretch my ass out. "Slowly, but surely, boy. I think we're gonna spend the whole weekend here." I nodded and stared at his eyes with the most lust I've had since I lost my virginity. Each sequencing bead got bigger and as I screech from the initial pain, I slowly moaned at every insertion. 5 beads were now in me and I still did not feel full. It was as if I wanted more. Finally, all 7 were in. Master then slowly pulled out the string and inserted it again. He increased his paced as I groaned and moaned with pleasure. The final pull made me scream with Master chucking and spitting in my mouth. "Good fucking boy. I want to hear those screams because that's how a pig should sound." Bullets of sweats were now perspiring out of my pores and the heat had only made the bed sheets wetter. Master did deliver his promise that it was going to be alright as he fed me the gatorade throughout my stretching for hydration. For some reason, despite experiencing this newfound pleasure, my cock was soft. Master told me that this was normal when you're friends with Tina. I didn't mind as I was enjoying everything that was happening. After the beads, Master began using the different dildos that he had, with the smallest being at least 3 times bigger than the one I have back home. Its girth was larger than a Campbell Can. With each dildo, the precision that Master had was unparalleled. Never have I thought that I could feel this good from my ass being stretched. Throughout my moans, Master was encouraging me and telling me how good of a bitch I was. It was dirty but caring. "Master's really glad you came tonight, boy. I haven't found a potential pig in a while now. You're doing so great. A proper cumdump is what you're going to be, right, boy?" "Yes, Master, I'm embracing the cumdump that I am." "Good, boy. Very good. I rarely do this during first times, but I think it's time to make this a weekend and introduce you to my other friends. Are you ready boy?" "I don't know, Master. Are they like Tina?" "Haha no boy, these are real friends. You're going to serve them too, just like you serve me. Like a true cumpdump, right boy?" "Yes, Master." Master continued to fuck me with each dildos for hours. My ass was now fully stretched but I still felt unfulfilled. As if it's missing something. Master's cock. I wondered when Master will finally impale me and fill me with his seed. Before or after his friends show up? I wasn't sure. The cum in the jar did no justice despite my eyes being fixated on its glow. All I know was that the feeling that I experienced did not subside thanks to the occasional smoke that Master gave me. Time did not feel the same and before I know it, the Sun had started to rise. "Don't worry, boy, this bedroom is always night time." With that, Master closed the shade and put on a different playlist that had a darker electronic tune. "We're not even halfway done, boy. You still have a long way to go." I was still sweating and enjoying the high but the uncertainty of what was about to come made me nervous for a moment. However, after another puff and additional gatorade from Master, I became more excited. Master caressed me for a while and slapped me in intervals, revealing a side of me that enjoys pain. My moans of approval encouraged him to take out his bondage equipment and soon, I was wearing a leather head harness with a ball gag, salivating to Master's nods of appeasement. Chained clamps was then clipped to both nipples and I moaned louder. Master really knows what he was doing and I was savoring every moment of it. "It's already 10 AM. Master has got to run some errands and get some more tools for tonight. Piss on the bed if you want to, boy. That's natural musk." 9 hours passed but it felt like 90 minutes. Before leaving me, Master took out a steel butt plug that's double the size of his fist into me, anchoring me onto the bed, my ass full of the glow jar cum, leaking periodically. I still did not feel full but only a heavy weight in my ass. The TV was then turned on to show some kind of amateur porn. It didn't take long for me to realize it was Master's homemade videos of him fucking his previous boys, some wearing the jock I was wearing. Some boys were blonde, some were muscled, and I recognized one who was the quarterback of the football team. All getting bred by Master and his friends, who were large as Master was. Some of Masters friends would piss in them after breeding them and some had two boys with Master instructing them to fuck each other with a double end dildo while being fed Tina. I couldn't take my eyes away from it for a second. I was left in this state until Master came back. Hunger was not an issue at all as I didn't feel any desire to eat. Just to fuck and cherish everything that I was going through. I peed on the bed twice as the plug made it hard to contain my ladder. It wasn't until Master's 6th film in which an Arab exchange student was begging to be pozzed by Master ended that I hear the door being unlocked. My cock was still limp since 12 hours ago and I was not exhausted at all. I estimated it was already 4 PM. I heard Master's voice trailing from below... "I'm telling you guys, this pig is built different. He's definitely going to make you bust your 3 weeks HV Load, Jack. Also Randy, you better keep that T piss for him." "That's why I brought my own stuff. Unlike Jack!" Laughter then followed from what sounds like more than a group of men who I am certain are Master's friends. To think that I have another 24 hours...

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Some bi/straight/closeted guys have phobias or hang ups about a guy cumming inside them and it’s usually tied in their masculinity or machismo. Most of cum don’t even ask about condoms, it’s the cum they have an issue with. You get who want safe and so you have to navigate that differently. Sometimes you can talk them into starting out bare and wrapping later or pulling out to cum. Sometimes they change their mind and want that load or I’ll have an “accident”. Either way I’ll drag out fucking them as long as I can so they’re taking my precum. I kind of prefer the guys who just go bare as I don’t have to negotiate the condom bs. As above I’ll fuck them as long as I can to work as much precum in their ass as I can. I get the phobia over cum but it’s also bs too. Cum isnt going to kill you or make you less of a man. It pisses me off more when they wanna fuck me and have problem cumming inside me but draw the line on me doing the same to them. Few of them relax and get into it, opening the door for me to ask if they want my load. Most will get nervous when it seems I’m close to cumming or they’ll ask if I’m close. It’s hard to pull off having an accident as most freak the fuck out when I try that. Plus I lose any chance for another hookup with them. I’m kinda surprised at how many them come back for more so I make myself content trying to put as much precum in them as I can. Most get the “frightened faces” when I pull out to cum and are worried I’ll cum in the face or jizz on their bodies. I’ve had a few where I cum right on their hole and then slide back in to go for another round…I guess they don’t realize I’m driving my cum back inside them.

I seek a situation where i am restrained and unable to move and then used. I’ve never been used raw due to my fears. I would like to experience it and dont want to be able to change my mind once it begins, hence me being tied down. I’m also open to being whored out this way as it is a fantasy of mine.

true enough... these days, if i've got something running in the background while i'm playing with some guys, it's something from a studio that can run long enough (or ideally a playlist) that we don't end up focusing on picking porn instead of fucking... but if i'm just horny and doing my own thing, I basically just open up twitter and see where it takes me. themes are the same, but it's just random guys (or guys I know, sometimes), getting their holes destroyed by some nasty tops with big dicks, in public, heavy on the humiliation, but the bottom is in heaven every second of it... like way more so, because he's just filming the sex that he actually wants to be having.

I am working on the next part now. Should have it ready by the end of the week and probably the next part next week. My goal will be to.put a part out every week

Perfectly fair question, so no need to apologise for asking it. It's something I've shifted on over the years...usually didn't mind when I was younger. For me, I like the idea of building a connection...I do like seeing a nice cock/ass/body, but if you can stimulate my mind a bit first, then I have more of a desire later on.

“Fuck me Daddy. Fist my cunt. Please, Daddy, I need it.” They all laughed, and called me names. “Lamont, strap him up.” “Mike, swab his arm. Get me a good vein.” I watched as Sir clipped the strap above my left upper arm and Master swabbed the inner elbow with an alcohol wipe. The fear came back and Daddy saw it in my eyes. He smiled, “You changing your mind boy? Don’t want me to slam you to stars and then fist your cunt?” I shook my head, “Please, I… I’m scared.” Daddy’s eyes became a pure evil as he laughed again. “That’s a right shame boy, but also very fucking hot. I love forcing faggots like you yo surrender and take my needle against their will. Beg me not to do it. Maybe I’ll let you go.” “Please don’t do it Daddy. I’m too scared. Please.” I felt tears sliding out of my eyes. I was in genuine terror. “Daddy has decided to give you what you want.” He dropped the needle, now full, on my stomach. I started to mutter thanks, when I saw something in the needle. It was not a clear liquid, like I’ve seen in videos. It was a dark red. I looked up, in even more fear, at Daddy. He saw the look in my eyes and solemnly nodded his head. “Remember what you said you wanted? That you wished we could have been the ones to poz you up?” I nodded my head, knowing I had said that. “I was going to give you that. WE were going to give you that. But now, you’ve rejected our gift to you.” I closed my eyes, battling with my self. My fear of the slam versus the desire to be pozzed by them. A hard smack to my balls brought my eyes open and Master told me never to close my eyes when they are talking to me. I apologized and turned back to Daddy, my eyes lingering on the needle again. “You disappointed me boy. I was offering you just what you asked for. You were going to be my poz son. My third poz son.” I looked at Sir and then Master, before back to Daddy. “Actually, you’d have been a son AND grandson, though I’m not to keen on that title yet. I see you think you figured something out?” I nodded my head. “Mike and Lamont are brothers. They are my sons. They both came to me, separately, wanting me to knock them up. Unlike you, a natural cum whore? They are tops but accepted the only way to take my gift, was to give up their asses.” Master and Sir confirmed it. “Neither of them enjoyed the fucking I gave them, ungrateful little shits.” He smiled when he said this. “Lamont?” Sir said, “Look at me, you felt my cock. I fucking hated being turned into a hole for Jake, but it was the only way. He made me his bitch, several times, telling me he was going to let all my homies know I was giving up my hole to him.” “What can I say, I’m a nasty son of a bitch.” “That you are, and I don’t regret it.” “I’m so sad that you’re rejecting our gift to you. You were going to be their first son.” I noticed a look come across Sir’s face when Daddy said this. I briefly closed my eyes, letting the need overcome the fear. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry, Sir. I’m sorry, Master.” I looked to each as I said this. I turned my eyes back, tears increasing, to Daddy. “This is…” “I’m…” Before I could make another decision, I grabbed the syringe, held it up to see what was clearly the blood of these three men. I looked to each, finally at Daddy, and held the syringe. “Daddy, I still don’t want the slam.” “But I want you all to be my dads.” He took it from hand, smiling his evil grin. “Hold the faggot down. Beg me again, faggot, beg me not to slam you to faggot Heaven.” “Please, don’t do it. Don’t slam me. I don’t want it.” He slapped my balls and while I was groaning in pain, he quickly reached to my arm. I didn’t feel anything as he slid the needle into my arm. “Watch me, boy. Watch me destroy your innocence. Enjoy the rocket ride.” I turned my eyes to where he’d inserted the needle. I watched, still begging him to stop, as he pulled back the plunger and the liquid took on my blood. “Noooooo, please.” Sir unclipped the strap and took my wrist in his hand. I watched, in reducing fear and increasing… anticipation? I watched the plunger get pushed in and watched as the slam was administered into my arm. Sir lifted my arm up as soon as the needle was removed. I could only whimper, “Pl…” before it hit. I had read stories. I had watched videos. I never imagined I’d be that guy. That faggot taking a slam of meth. I couldn’t register any thoughts as I felt the slam hit me in the chest. My eyes flew open as my lungs lost all the air. I knew I was dying. Daddy’s voice entered my head, barely. “You’re fine faggot. Just go with it” As fast as the air left, it came rushing back in. I could not handle this invasion and began coughing, a cough harder than I’ve ever felt. When the coughing stopped, I thought that was it. Then it happened. The rush to my cunt. The need. “Fuck, Fuck, Fuck.” “Yeah? Tell me. Beg me.” “Please, oh fucking fuck, take my ho… cunt. Fist it. Destroy it.” “Flip him over, facing the mirror.” I was flipped over to my hands and knees. “Lamont, give him something while I get ready.” My hips were grabbed and I was pulled back, my hole being raped open again by his fat cock. “Yes, please, harder, more.” He raped me hard for about a minute. “Out.” Sir yanked his cock out and I felt Daddy put his fingers and thumb, watching in the mirror, as they entered my cunt. “Please, Daddy, fist me. Give it to me.” He stood there, motionless. I continued to beg and pushing back. I knew what he was doing. Torturing my cunt, my brain, my whole being. I started pushing back on his lubed hand, feeling it stretch me open like I’d never been stretched before. I thought, “This isn’t bad. Fuck it feels so good. It’s not hurting.” Then I hit the spot. The widest part of his hand. There was no going further. “Oh god, I… please Daddy. I can’t.” “Faggot, you will.” With that, Sir and Master grabbed me by waist and shoulders and started pulling me backwards. There was more stretch. Then the breakthrough. My hole was not able to resist any longer. I felt the immense pain, screaming out loud, as my hole passed over that widest part, and my cunt was full of its first fist. Daddy’s fist. I continued to beg and plead, “Noooooo.” Daddy lifted my head, so that is looking into the mirror. I could see where his arm disappeared into my cunt. “Video.” Master grabbed my phone, moved to the side and began recording. Daddy began to move. Twisting and turning his hand, while pulling back and pushing forward. I continued the moaning, the pain of my hole stretching and my inner cunt being stretched. I felt Daddy pull to the widest part, stay motionless as he reached for lube and lubed his hand and my stretched out ring. He locked eyes with me and said, ”Tell me what you want. What you really want.” I stared and begged, “Please, I can’t take it. Pull out.” He shook his head, disappointment in his eyes. “Be careful what you ask for.” He slid back in a couple inches. Then, without warning, he pulled hard, not stopping despite the resistance of my cunt, and yanked his hand out in one painful motion. I screamed again, this pain much more intense then the entry. “Show him.” Master held my phone in front of me, making me watch the video of my cunt filled with Daddy’s hand. I clearly heard my begging and my screaming as my hole was ripped open by Daddy yanking his hand out. My cunt was wide open, the lips obscenely stretched. Something broke in me. The meth taking control of my brain. Turned so fucking on by the site of my cunt. “Mo… mo… more.” Daddy looked at me, “More? More what?” I was officially broken. Broken by the need for his fist in me. Broken by his making me beg for it. “Shard, Master?” “Daddy, shove a shard in me with your fist. Please, I need your fist back in me. More…” Sir reached over and grabbed Daddy’s baggie and pulled out a big one. Daddy held his hand up, making me watch him lube it up. I felt lube getting shoved into my cunt, my lips being lubed up. Sir handed Daddy the shard,slipping it between his fingers. Daddy smiled at me, “Good boy.” He placed his fingers in my hole, pushing them to the point of resistance. I felt the burn, as the T started to melt. “You want it boy? You want my hand back in you?” As the T hit, reenergizing what was already in me, I nodded my head and begged him. “Fist me Daddy, wreck my cunt.” Before he could move, I pushed back. I forced it and soon felt my cunt lips open around his hand and slide down his wrist. I immediately pulled back, sliding back over his hand and all the way off. “Thatta boy. Do what you need.” I slid back down, harder to break past the resistance. That was a mistake, or a blessing. As my lips, looser than I realized, did not meet as much resistance, I easily slid over the hand, around the wrist, and further down his arm then before. I felt several inches of his arm slide into me.

This probably belongs in another section due to drug use but here goes anyway. Was completely messed up with a friend who said we should hang out at the highway rest area near my house and once there he put porn on his tablet and passed me some poppers and then the pipe and bingo boingo......I'm looking right at the guy in the car parked behind us and pulled down my zipper and headed towards the trail into the woods and while passing a couple of trailer trucks I knocked on them hoping to get followed. Got naked and bent over a fallen tree and pulled my ass cheeks apart and waited. Didn't take long before I heard the guy in the car behind us cough and say he's glad he parked so close to my car and I felt him against my legs with his cock sliding along my ass crack and asked if I was looking to get fucked and I moaned YES and don't you dare pull out until you pump your load inside me.

I know this is out of the ordinary for here, but I am selective of who fucks me. Basically you need to be black, or a VERY dom older man. But,,,,,, As far as sucking cock, I have no control and I have sucked off ALOT of very nasty men. The above post reminds me so much of a guy I service, met him at a gloryhole years ago, Very over weight, fairly small uncut cock, one of the nastiest dirtiest cocks I have ever sucked. Always shoots a big thick load though. After sucking him off a few times at the gloryhole he wanted my contact info, and I gave it to him. Now he will contact me randomly, and I will goto his place and suck him off. Its a very odd feeling, being on my knees for him, sucking his NASTY cock, being grossed out at times, But feeling so put in my place, and so horny at the same time.

I have been abroad for work this week. Was a wonderfull experience once again and was glad to come back home saturday morning. Had been chatting around with a cumdump boy from Brussels who is so submissive that I already get a hard dick reading his texts and private messages. Was so tired on saturday after a 12.5 hours flight but still couldn’t waste the opportunity to pass by Brussels and not try this cumwhore for the first time....let’s make it a quicky was my first intention, ideal to drop a load just before going to bed. Let’s test this slut. After some texting around I arrived at his appartment and he did everything just as asked. What a good boy! Door open, light out and the boy face down ass up waiting to get fucked. Het sent me some messages before of his cumdump ass and it looked nice but it was nothing compared to the real deal. What an ass! A little, bubble butty as in a nice jockstrap. He was wearing his blindfold just as asked and some techno/house music was on to soften his slutty moans. He sucked me some minutes and it was clear that I was not his first. Het knew how to suck. After this I positioned myself doggy style and entered his warm, soft, wet hole. What a sensation. What a cumdump. The guy let out some ‘ouch, oaw’ sounds when entering too hard or fast which makes me only more horny. This guy was a very good cumdump, I did some very short position switches to test his adaptability but he was a good sub slut. Nothing too much, everything for getting a cumload. The guy must have been reading my posts over here. He knew exactly what to do to make me crazy and let me cream him on demand. When fucking him he was constantly reaching back touching and massaging my balls. This makes me cum on demand, in a second. Secondly, he let me finish missionary. Love it when i can come deep inside missionary style. He was yelling ‘breed me’ when he wanted me to fill his cute little ass. I bred his hole and gave him millions of my babies which I hope he is still carrying deep inside. What a pity I was so tired otherwise I could have fucked this slutty cumdump a second time give him a fully creamy ass to start his saturday evening. Next time.... This guy is a slut, he knows how to take dick and is a pro taking cum deep inside his ass. I fucking added him to my regulars list and hope to fuck him from time to time when I succeed in saving a multiple days load, full balls. This ass is mine now. I want to breed it, take it, get it and keep it. Hereunder some pictures of the slut’s ass before, during and after 😁. Ps: i’ve met this guy through this forum, he is up here under username ‘depravedslut’ and am sure he will be jacking his bottom boy dick reading how slutty he You’re mine now, boy 😈😈

Nothing. Was made to get rid of all my underwear quite a while ago.

3 asian btms planning to Houston..any adcvice ? No disney, shopping sighseeing trips etc..only.....a dream fantasy trip to USA

Been swallowing for over seven years now. The first couple of times was difficult: I would spit it out disgusted at myself and at the taste, but just forced myself one day and have been loving it ever since. Makes cleaning up after a jerk session so much easier and I assess my general health by the taste of the cum too.

Chapter 5 - From Tyler’s POV Oh my God! I had just been fucked like a whore, and I loved it. I went from being a virgin to having three different guys fuck me all in the same night. Each dick getting progressively bigger than the previous one that fucked me. And the last one was a huge 10” thick dick hanging off one of the sexiest black guys I had ever seen. Just about then, Tre started to lift himself up off my body. He slowly pulled each of his ten inches out of my ass. It felt a little sore and tender but also felt so full and like I was meant to have dick in me. Before I could even register he was out of my hole, his boyfriend Javi had taken his position up and was eating my ass. All I could do was sit back and moan. Having my ass eaten was almost as good as having it fucked. Javi was moaning and slurping from my hole feasting on Xavier’s, his, and Tre’s loads that were in my ass. I stopped and thought for a minute that in Sex Ed class we were always taught to use a condom and I worried a little, but they all said they were clean when I asked. So I felt like I was ok. These guys seemed to genuinely like me. I was definitely into them. Javi then pulled away from my ass, his lips glistening and came up to me and kissed me. As he pushed his tongue into my mouth I could feel a large wad of cum being pushed into my mouth at the same time. I could totally get why these guys liked it so much. It tasted salty, sweet, and bitter all at the same time. But it was more the knowledge that this was cum from three different guys and my ass juices being kissed into my mouth by the hot Latino guy laying on top of me. “How’s that taste, baby boy?” asked Javi. “Yummy, I want more.” Javi smiled and told me that could be arranged as he went back down to my hole and started eating me again. I just moaned. About that time, Tre got back onto the bed. I hadn’t really paid attention to where he had gone, but he smiled at me and said, “OK, sexy. It’s time to try G. Open your mouth and lift up your tongue. Hold this there until I tell you to swallow.” I nodded and did as he said. Tre opened up a little blue medicine bottle that had a liquid stopper in it to collect the liquid inside. He pushed on the black bulb at the end and it filled the tube with liquid. He then squirted it under my tongue. He repeated this another time and looked at me to tell me, “OK, you can swallow. It’s going to taste nasty, but in 5 to 10 minutes you should feel it kick in.” I swallowed, and he instantly laughed at the look of disgust on my face. He quickly then passed me a bottle of opened Gatorade and told me to take a few swigs and even swish it around in my mouth to get the taste out. I did as I was told as I watched Tre do the same dosage for himself. Right as he grabbed the Gatorade from me, Javi grabbed my chin and moved my face back to looking at him as he kissed me and pushed more cum into my mouth. We French kissed that cum back and forth for a good two minutes before Javi pulled away and asked Tre for his dose of G. Tre gave Javi his dose and then he left the room. Meanwhile, Javi grabbed the Gatorade and cleaned out his mouth before grabbing the pipe again. He took a big hit and shotgunned me with it. He did 4 more shotguns before laying on his back and handing me the pipe. “Go ahead and take 3 more hits for yourself. The G will kick in shortly. You will start to feel light headed and horny. Then we can start round 3.” I did as Javi asked. I was enjoying the pipe and the white smoke that came from it a lot. When I was done, I handed the pipe back to Javi and he looked at me and said, “Suck my dick while I do a few hits.” He didn’t have to tell me twice. I got between his legs and started sucking the still semi hard uncut thick Latino cock that was resting on his thigh. I also grabbed his balls and caressed them in one hand while the other held the base of his cock. I started to go as far down on his dick as I could. Javi seemed to enjoy what I was doing because he was rock hard in no time. He took one big hit and pulled me up to him and kissed me and blew the smoke into my mouth. He held my nose closed so that I couldn’t exhale the smoke and continued to kiss me for what seemed like forever, but was probably only a minute. When he let go of my nose, he didn’t stop kissing me, but let me slowly exhale the smoke out my nose. He also reached down and started fingering my hole. I hadn’t realized how empty it felt and how good his fingers felt in me. They only wetted my appetite for more. My ass knew the fingers weren’t going to be enough, so I reached behind me and grabbed Javi’s big thick dick and pointed it towards my hole. “You ready for it again? You want to ride that big Latin papi cock, baby boy?” asked Javi. “Yes, Javi. I want your cock in me” I confirmed and shifted my hips up higher off the bed so that the tip of his dick and my asshole were on the same level. I had expected there to be more resistance, but my hole opened up quickly and gravity let me sink down onto that big thick papi cock until my ass was resting on his pubic bone and his dick was buried deep in my hole. “Fuck, baby boy! I went right in your inner hole and your hole is still super wet and filled with cum. I don’t know how long I’m going to last, but your ass feels so good.” It was then that Javi grabbed the underside of my thighs and butt cheeks and started lifting me up and down on his dick. I got the message and started to ride his dick. It felt so good to be in control and I was trying different angles until I felt him hit my g spot. I was then a man on a mission. I was riding him hard and hitting my g spot over and over. My dick was hard again and dripping precum. I didn’t realize it but my hole was starting to relax. I thought I was getting hot and sweaty from the exertion of riding him, but the G was also kicking in. I got light headed, sweating, and felt like I couldn’t get Javi’s dick in my hole fast enough. Javi noticed a difference in me and pulled me down for a kiss. I was rocking gently back and forth on his dick and kissing him. He pulled away and asked me how I was feeling. “Amazing, Javi. I never knew it could be like this. If I did, I wouldn’t have waited. I’m sorry I’m getting sweaty all over you though.” “Don’t worry about it, sexy boy. That G is kicking in for you, I can tell. I feel it starting to hit for me as well. But it makes sex feel so much better doesn’t it?” “I think I can tell the difference, but yes it does feel great. It feels like my hole is sucking your dick as deep inside me as it can get. But honestly it also doesn’t feel quite as tight as it did when we started. Maybe I’m getting used to getting fucked.” Javi laughed and kissed my nose. “Suck a cute little boy. I’m glad you decided to join us because I’m so glad we are getting to teach you all these wonderful things about sex. Yes, it’s a little looser now not only because we’ve been fucking your ass non-stop for almost an hour now, but also the G does make you relax more back there and it also makes you sweat and feel horny.” Next thing I know, Tre is lying down next to us and leans in to kiss us both. He’s starting to sweat and so is Javi. They both say they can feel the G too. All I know is I want them to fuck me and cum in me again. I start to ride Javi harder and he breaks the kiss with his bf and looks up. “Looks like someone wants it a little harder. Is that what you want Ty? Do you want to be fucked harder?” “Fuck yes!” I screamed out. “I need my hole pounded like a slut. I need you to cum inside me and make me your bitch so Tre can have his second turn.” Tre just laughed and pulled me back down to their level again to do another threeway kiss. I was enjoying the kiss, but my ass was on fire and wanted dick. I wanted to get on my back so that Javi could fuck me hard like Tre had just done. Tre suddenly got up, and I heard the door creek. I wondered where Tre was going this time, but then I felt the bed shift as Tre got on the bed behind me in between Javi’s legs. I went to look back over my shoulder, but Javi held my chest close to his and kissed me deep. Next thing I knew, I felt pressure at my hole and then felt Tre’s hand on my back. Again, I tried to look back, but Javi grabbed my jaw and held me looking straight into him so we could continue our kiss. Even more pressure was being applied to my hole, and it was then I realized that Tre was trying to push his dick into my hole at the same time Javi was already in it. I broke away from the kiss with some effort and said, “Tre it’s too big. I can barely take Javi or you by yourself. You’ll never be able to get in my hole at the same time.” “You’re probably right,” Tre said. He then leaned over me and grabbed the bag full of crystals. I thought he was going to put more in the glass pipe, but he didn’t. He pulled out a big crystal and took it back behind me and got off from leaning on my back. The next thing I know is I feel Javi’s dick being pulled from my ass and Tre’s tongue entering in my hole. I just moaned as Tre was eating my ass. He pulled away and said it was tasty. I then heard Javi gasp and tell Tre to lick his dick clean of all the used cum and ass juices right as Tre’s finger pushed into my hole. He was pushing in deep and rubbing the walls of my ass and it started to burn again. “What are you doing? My ass feels like it’s on fire.” I said. “I’m giving you a booty bump. I just put that rock in your ass and it will dissolve and make you even hornier. I wasn’t sure how big the crystal was, but my ass felt like it was on fire. Next thing I know Tre is pulling out his finger and pushing Javi’s cock back into my hole. I just moaned and sat all the way down on Javi’s dick. It felt so good. I noticed I was sweating even more now and my heart was racing even faster. “That’s it papi! Fuck that twink white boy pussy. Own it! Look at how much you got him wanting your dick. He’s bouncing up and down like a two dollar whore. Now kiss him and let him know how much you love his pussy.” Javi pulled my chest flat to his and grabbed my neck and kissed me deeply. As I was wrestling my tongue against Javi’s, I could feel Tre press his dickhead against my hole again. He leaned over and whispered in my ear, “Shhh, it’ll be ok baby boy. Your hole is loosening up with the G and the booty bump. I’ll be able to get in just let Javi kiss you. You’ll feel even better soon.” Pressure kept building at my hole. On two separate occasions I tried to break the kiss with Javi to protest, but he held me there. My hole was being pushed really hard, and I finally felt a pop and shrieked into Javi’s mouth as Tre’s dickhead finally breached my hole. “Fuck yes, baby boy. I knew you could take it. See doesn’t that feel good?” Tre asked. I was still forced to kiss Javi, but he noticed the tears rolling down my cheeks from my eyes and gently reached up to wipe them away. He then reached over to the bowl and told me to take 5 big hits and shotgun him with them. I pulled away and started to turn and tell Tre to pull out, but Javi grabbed my chin and told me to do as I was told. It would help. So, I pulled the pipe to my lips and lit it. I took a hit and leaned over to shotgun it with Javi. As I did, Tre pushed his dick in a little bit. I tensed up and started to say something, when Javi told me to take another hit. This proceeded to go as each hit was done. When I’d bend over to give Javi his shotgun, Tre would push in more. By the end of my last hit, Tre leaned over my back and told me that I was doing great and that he was over halfway in. “Only half? I feel like my hole is being split wide open!” “It is, baby boy, it is. You have two massive cocks in there, but tell me you don’t like it. Tell me you want me to pull out, and I will. But if I pull out, we both do. And you get to go back to Xavier’s room. We are going to fuck you like we want to and you will do as your told or you don’t get fucked at all.” As I was pondering my choices, Tre pushed in a little further and rubbed right up against my g spot. He heard me moan and ground his dick in and wiggled it around in a circle trying to stimulate me even more. “Ok, ok, fuck me. You know I can’t say no to you sexy studs.” Tre leaned over again and said, “Good choice baby boy. Trust me it may hurt a little at first, but you’re going to love it. Have we done anything you didn’t like yet?” “No, I guess not, and it does feel good. It just still feels like my hole is being torn apart. Even with your dick hitting that spot inside me, my hole still feels in a lot of pain.” “It’s ok. It’ll get better soon once I”m all the way in. Look I’ll even spit to add some lube since all you are getting is the cum already in your ass.” I heard Tre spit and felt some wetness in my hole as he moved his dick in circles again. He then pushed my back down to where I was lying flat against Javi’s chest again. “OK, Javi. It’s time.” Javi just nodded and started to kiss me again. I felt Tre start to pull his dick out. I thought to myself maybe he realizes it’s just too tight to fit. Tre got to where only his head was left in my hole. Javi released me from the kiss and put his hands on my back and was holding me tight to his chest. He looked at me and said, “You’re such a good and sexy boy. You’re going to love it when we are both fully in you.” I heard Tre spit and felt wetness at my hole again. The next thing I knew Tre shifted into a squatting position behind me and then grabbed my hips and held onto them hard. He then proceeded to shove the entire length of his cock in my hole in one very powerful thrust. I screamed out loud as my hole was violently forced open and not even a second later my inner hole was forced open as well to accommodate both Javi’s and Tre’s dicks deep in my ass. Tears flowed from my eyes, and I started panting, almost hyperventilating. Javi chuckled and looked at Tre who had this look of pure satisfaction and sadistic grin on his face. Javi then pulled me down and kissed my tears away. “I’m not moving for a minute until your holes adjust, Ty. Trust me it’s like ripping off a band-aid. It’s better to do it in one quick movement and let your body get over the sting than taking it off slowly and feeling the pain for longer. Javi’s kisses and Tre rubbing my back started to make the pain go away. Javi then grabbed the bowl and took a big hit and shotgunned it to me. He did that four more times. Slowly, I could feel the pain subside. “That’s it, sexy. Feel those big dicks in your pussy. I’ll bet you never thought you’d have two in there at the same time, but doesn’t it feel great? Your hole is twitching around our dicks trying to milk them.” Tre reached down and felt around my hole. Unbeknownst to me, he pulled his hand back up and showed Javi just how bloody his hand was from where my hole was bleeding. Javi moaned and ground his dick into me at the same time Tre licked his fingers clean. “It does feel good. Maybe if you start fucking me some it’ll feel better.” “That’s the spirit, pussy boy. Beg for us to fuck your sweet little hole.” “Please fuck me Tre! I need it to feel better and I want you and Javi to fuck me.” “You don’t have to ask me twice.” With that Tre pulled about halfway out and slid his dick slowly back in. It was enough of a pull out to pull out of my inner hole entirely and then slowly open my hole back up. Then Javi did the same thing. It felt amazing and I moaned like whore. “I can see you like that. Let’s do that again.” So they repeated it, and I moaned more. “OK now longer strokes.” They both soon got into a rhythm where when one was pulling out the other was pushing back into me. My inner hole was in a constant barrage of being opened and closed and filled with one dick and then two and then one again. It didn’t know what was happening and the next thing I knew my dick started shooting cum all over Javi’s chest. I looked down because in the pain of Tre’s first thrust to get all the way in me, I knew my dick had gone soft. Now, it was hard as a rock rubbing against Javi’s abs as the guys opened my inner hole open and worked it back and forth with both of their cocks. “Fuck, I’m cumming without touching myself.” “That’s the sign of a good slut. It means that your body is meant to get off on making dicks feel good as they make your pussy feel good so you can shoot your cum. OK, Javi. Time to take the training wheels off. Let’s breed this bitch pussy like it’s meant to be,” said Tre. The next thing I know it felt like I was constantly being lifted off the bed and slammed down on two hard dicks. Javi and Tre both had grips on my hips and butt and were constantly lifting my body up and off their dicks until the heads were about to pop out and then they would quickly reverse course and pull me back down hard on their dicks. Instead of a constant motion of one dick going in while the other was going out, they were now both going in and going out at the same time. And my inner hole wasn’t being opened by one dick anymore, it was now being opened by two dicks at the same time. I just moaned and groaned as my insides were rearranged to accommodate these two big dicks and my hole no longer had any fight to keep them at bay. “I’m getting close, Tre.” “Me too, Papi! Let’s bust together.” The guys continued to pull me up and almost off their dicks but now as they were pulling me down they would both thrust up and force my inner hole to open quickly to let their big dicks in me. This continued for about another minute until my body could take no more. I screamed out again as my dick started spurting cum all over Javi’s chest. I was seeing stars and thought I was going to pass out. “Damn, Tre, he’s cumming again.” “Fuck, Papi, don’t I know it. His holes are milking my dick like there’s no tomorrow. I can’t hold back any longer.” With that Tre let out a huge roar as he grabbed my shoulders and pulled me as far down on his dick as he could. Javi quickly felt all the hot cum surrounding his dick while sheathed deep inside my inner hole and let loose too. “It feels so hot and wet. It’s like two fire hoses are going off in my ass at the same time.” I managed to say as my dick was still spurting cum. “This feels amazing! You guys literally fucked the cum out of me twice without me ever touching myself.” Javi and Tre were both still panting and making small thrusts as their hips tried to get their dicks as deep as possible inside me. I just laid there like a limp wet noodle covered in my cum and sweat, with Tre’s sweat on my back and Javi’s sweat on my chest mixed with my two loads of cum. Javi pulled me into a kiss, and Tre collapsed on my back. All three of us groaned at Tre’s dead weight, but I had never felt better in my life. After we had all come back down to earth, Tre leaned in and started a threeway kiss with us. As he was doing that he moved his hips in a circle and ground his still rock hard dick deep into my hole making both the inner and outer hole stretch even more as he made the circle with his hips. I just moaned into the kiss. Tre slowly pulled out and what felt like a river of cum started pouring from my hole. Javi rolled me over and pulled out too as even more cum flowed out of my hole. I just threw my arm over my eyes and sighed. The next thing I knew I saw a flash of light. Javi had his phone out and was taking a pic of my hole. Tre grabbed his and turned on the flashlight on his phone and told Javi to video the cum still pouring from my ass. “How do you feel, baby boy?” Tre asked. “How does that beautifully tight, virgin, white boy pussy feel after being stuffed by a 9” Latino dick and a 10” black dick at the same time? You should see how gaped open your hole is and how much of our special seed is flowing out of your hole. It looks like a river of reddish-pink cum is flowing out of your hole to show everyone what a cum slut you are. All that hot dirty seed from two big strong alpha males flowing out of your wrecked boy pussy because you had to have both of our dicks at the same time. Your hole was so tight when we started, but look at it now. It can’t even close because of how much we fucked it open. That boy pussy is losing all the special seed we planted deep inside your inner hole. You’re supposed to keep it deep inside you baby boy so our special seed can mix with you and become part of you.” “I’m sorry guys. I’m trying to close my hole but it’s not cooperating.” Trying to clench my hole tight, I could feel my muscles trying to work but it didn’t feel like anything was happening. “Look, it's almost like it’s trying to wink at us but can barely move. There is too much cum still flowing out of you to close properly. I guess we’ll just have to stick both of our dicks back in your hole again and give you more cum. Would you like that baby boy?” “Yes, Tre. I want you and Javi to fuck me again and make my hole gap open. Stick more of your special seed deep inside me. This time when you cum and pull out, stick a pillow under my ass so that it’s raised up and your special seed can’t flow out of me.” “Now that sounds like a plan, Tre. Papi is ready to breed our cum slut again, but I think we both need to re-up on our G and T.” “Good idea, Javi. Stop the video and let's get this bitch some more dick and special seed.” I just grinned and knew even though my hole hurt, the G and T would make it better. I wanted them to fuck me again. I couldn’t even remember how many times I had cum tonight, but I knew I didn’t want to stop, and I knew I didn’t want to go long without one or both of their cocks deep in my hole, owning me like the cum slut I was. I truly needed to be fucked non-stop and couldn’t imagine ever wanting to go back to a moment where there wasn’t a cock up my ass. ******************* I hope you guys enjoy this one too. I didn't think I'd do a DP scene so soon on a virgin twink, but I think the scene called for it. Let me know what you guys think. Again always open to feedback and suggestions on where the story should go.

It was pretty good before I got pozzed. I was two years into a homosexual affair. Life was good in my double life. My wife did not know I was having a homosexual affair with a friend from work. We were both chasing and knew the risks. My boyfriend fucked me at a holiday party and soon after that I got sick and I started my seroconversion . He was sick a few weeks before the party. We both seroconverted for the holidays. Life changed then and there. My marriage ended with divorce for cheating on her with men. I now have to come out as a gay male to friends and family. Both were hard to do. Friends would ask how long have you been gay. I didn’t know you were gay all this time. Do you like being gay now. Are you afraid of catching HIV or AIDS since you are gay now. I told them I’ve been gay for two years now, yes I’ve been gay all this time. Yes I love being gay now. No I’m not afraid of catching HIV or AIDS , because I have HIV now from my boyfriend. We both have HIV , he got it and gave it to me. It went back to pretty good. When I came out as gay!

I don’t feel comfortable using this word even upon request. It’s one of those words only used to hurt someone, at least that is how I associate it. It reminds me of being bullied as a “sissy” when I was a kid.

Part 1; I met my boyfriend on a dating app. I was on it because that is what I wanted to find. He was of a short lean build, and 17 years my senior. My preference physically is that of someone who is a serious weightlifter. But in the game of finding love, concessions do have to be made. I was 21, and I was an anal sex virgin. Yes, I had sucked plenty of Dick, been rimmed, fingered, and kissed, but, that was it. I was saving my virginity for someone who would convert me. Yes, for a few years now I had been craving to become poz, and during that time I had read many forums, and know I was not alone in my quest. However, I didn't want it to be with some random. I wanted it to be from someone I know, and would have in my life in whatever capacity, boyfriend, friend, fuck buddy, whoever. I craved to have whoever would do the deed be part of my physical life, not just course through my veins. We had our first date in an old fashioned way, in a restaurant, and we really got on. We spoke about literally everything except sex. I knew he was a top, and vice versa. We had two dates like this, and we took our third one to his place. Still dining, but much more intimately. During our meal which he lovingly prepared and cooked (and it was delicious), he suddenly switched the conversation to a topic we had not remotely covered; - Do you use condoms when getting fucked? - Well, the thing is, er ... - Yes? - I'm a virgin! - Seriously? - Yes. I've been saving myself. I have done lots of other stuff, just never had a Dick in my Ass. He cleared his throat ... - OK. So of course you will be HIV negative. I hope this doesn't change anything between us, but, I am HIV+, and I do much prefer to fuck BARE! I liked where this was going, especially as we were heavily heading towards the direction of becoming romantically involved. - Are you on medication then? - Er, well, the thing is, I know I became positive 3 years ago, and was diagnosed 2 years ago.I do have a VL that hovers around between 90k to 155k. But have a healthy CD4 count, and feel fine, so, I haven't started medication yet. FUCK, this was Music to my ears. I couldn't respond verbally, as I got lost in his beautiful eyes. He had me. Or did he? - How comes you are smiling? You seem to be more than happy to hear what I have just told you!? - OK, the thing is this. I have been saving myself as I am a bug chaser, and I want whomever converts me to have a permanent position in my life. - I see. Well, as you know we really like each other, however, we need to discuss this properly. We chatted a bit more about it, then organically we spoke about other things too, which we of course found very easy with one another. I stayed over, and we had some FUN which culminated in him shooting his wonderful toxic seed down my throat. We went to bed, where we spooned, which felt magical with a guy I really really liked.

Yes, as the basis of conservatism is protecting the heterosexual family role. Most of them still view LGBT people (especially trans today) as degenerates, perverts etc. They hate that gay marriage is legal, and you can be assured that if the death penalty was more prominent, they would want LGBT people to be sentenced. Other than that, the LGBT community should know as much as any how it feels to be oppressed. But that is made much more difficult when you are being targeted in society by racists, as you can cover up your sexuality, but you can't change your race. There are therefore only two reasons I can think of as to why LGBT people are conservatives: they are carrying on with adopting the same traditions that they have been raised with throughout their childhood and adolescence, and/or they have been raised in an unloving environment and have a lot of self-hate. If you were comfortable with yourself as gay/trans/bi, then you wouldn't be conservative in my view.

Don't have a PA so have to rely on a scalpel puncture through the condom packet - after about 10 or twelve deep thrusts its normally job done. Although no damage to the victims hole.

any load is taken deep up ass, swallowed or snowballed ... why waste such good proteins? but yes spunk can taste different from one guy to another, it's a diet thing I believe. Doesn't take away the pleasure of taking that juice up the mouth and just enjoying it's taste before it goes down...

I think that some folks including our original poster are missing a vital point. If the guy is negative and he has crazy issues with sleeping with a poz guy, then there is NO potential for a serious relationship that involves sex even at the friends with benefits level. He just isn't going to deal with it. Why waste time and energy on someone who won't like you for who you are? There are plenty of guys out there who won't have crazy issues with your status. If he can't deal with who you are, he doesn't deserve you. All that said, I agree with jstone360. The most tactful way to break the news is with a supposed new HIV test result. This also gives him a chance to show you he does deserve your attention if he rises to the occasion and is supportive.